Innocence"Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all."
-Field of Innocence, Evanescence
I hope there's a place for everyone who wants innocence, good ignorance.
I really hope. Let's wish people.
I believe you hope for this thing too.
We belong to the group of people who wants the feeling of unfeeling.
We belong to the group of people who wants to escape from their own slavement. Is there a word slavement?
Oh, never mind. Language is creative.
People speaking are creative.
I love you.
People who have colonized their minds with the greatest good.
People who have logged in their chronicles in words and letters.
People who have locked their real feelings in blank papers found in their bags.
People who have shared their rants against the cruel people and world.
People who have looked back but never regret.
People who have wanted to sleep forever and woke up remembering nothing. Nothing at all.
I love those people. I love you.
Unfortunately, I'm the only one who is feeling this way.
You don't belong to any group where I'm in 'cause I don't have a group at all.
I'm alone. I'm not alone. You don't know.
You're alone. You're not alone. I don't know.
I don't care. We don't care at all.
Unfortunately, I don't loved anyone
'cause no one have done those things.
To one reading this, you don't have to react if you don't understand what I'm saying.
You don't have to react if you don't know me.
You don't have to react if I know you but we never have the genuine bonding.
You don't have to because you really don't have to.
I don't hit on anyone. Or maybe I am because I've lost a best friend.
But it doesn't concern you because you're not my friend at all.
You have never been a good friend.
If I hit you, start realizing things.
. . . .
I miss you.
I have seen you yesterday. Oh, I just saw you.
You have seen me yesterday. Well, you just saw me.
I miss you.
I miss you more.
I miss you so much.
I wonder if I'm gonna miss you forever.
Oh, I wonder.
This wondering gives me happiness.
If wondering can give me, aside from happiness, my little innocence and good ignorance, I'll be happy to wonder all my life.
It's a good feeling. You know nothing.
I'm not crazy. I'm just unconventional.
Diary by Jean Thomas
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Written on 2009-07-20 at 14:46
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