Falling

You don't walk in love..
you fall. That's why it's so hard to get out.

I created my own personal romance. But all I did was fail.

I fell so hard and fast. Ridiculous.

Crazy, right?
I just can't look at you without feeling anything.
It's kinda killing me.

Trying so hard to create something that isn't there.
Creating a story that doesn't exist.

But my words do not make sense. They won't.
Until something happens.

But I won't stop. I won't fail.
I will fall.
But like Alice did when she fell down the rabbit hole.
I will fall, but without pain. Without hurting myself.
Ending my fall in a room with lots of doors.
Lots of opportunities to choose from.

Please, correct me if I'm wrong.
But do we not all want to fall carefully into this hole?
To end in a world we never expected to be there?

These are my thoughts.
And I kind of succeeded with the whole 'create your own romance'.

But I still miss you.

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En dan opeens hoor ik zo van wat mensen dat ze mn blog lezen.
Of mn http://storminmijnleven.blogspot.nl/ - blog. En dat vind ik zo tof. En ze wisten ook nog echt waar het over ging en gaven me wat feedback. wat ze er van vonden enzo.
Dat vind ik echt tof.
Thanks! :)

Ik heb diepe gedachten, men. Echt ongelofelijk.
Over vriendschap bijvoorbeeld (http://zegmaarhannah.blogspot.nl/2012/01/ik-wil-leven.html) al een keer een post over geschreven, oa.

Ik heb niet eens de moed en de tijd (en soms ook niet de zin) om het op te schrijven. Terwijl ik het wel zou willen.

Wat zal ik nog meer eens vertellen? Of advies over geven.




hmm..

Quote van de dag: There are so many people out there who will tell you that you can't . What you've got to do is turn around and say: "watch me."




less than three,


Han

Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That's what they say
It is though?
Is it this unreachable for others?
Is it untouchable?

Beauty, a dictionary once told me,
is a combination of quality, such as shape, color or form,
that pleases the aesthetic senses
Now beauty isn't something you behold anymore
It now is a definition
Of words tangled together
But where do they belong?
When are those words in the exact right position
To look up and define beauty
When does it makes sense?

Beauty in the hands of a person who's in love
Says nothing and everything
The person in question can shape its love into any form, any color
Than again
Do we not wish to shape our love?
So we can do whatever we want
But we can't
I can't
I've tried though
Tried to define beauty
Believe me I tried
But my love wouldn't bend
Love didn't listen to my orders
It sucked at being love
It sucked at being beautiful
I tried again
And then let it go

Beauty in my eyes
Is something different
It's raindrops on your skin
It's people smiling
Nature
It's almost like flying
We just can't make it
Beauty is the person who tried to fly
But failed

Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder
Beauty, I say, is defined

©HannahvanDijk

Just so you know ;)

Just so you know
I ADORE this bag !
It's such a beauty.

En nu wil ik hem vast houden.. want ik wil hem eerst leren kennen. En een beetje verkennen.
Tasten. Het soepele leer voelen tussen mijn vingers.
Wat moet ik nu?
Ik tel mijn geld. Ik spaar nog wat.
Nog maar even wachten.