seacielo - Da Kine o’ Life

So then I cannot stand by my word as any of my friends says. Or is it just another phase? I am true to my words. Ayt? However, like the ocean tide, it fluctuates with the gravity - the gravity of my self and whose so ever will take the position of the moon. Nope, I do not go for lunatics. That will be definitely a redundancy. What can I do, he has an honorable soul. At least that is my first empathic impression. He is so light for my being. He complements me. He is my color blue. Let me get this straight. I just made a graphical description of someone. It is a sign. I am in love (?!) *sigh*

I mean, look at us in our pseudo-first picture. We are okay. I am not hoping for any life-altering changes, because that will really freak the hell out of me. I am just learning to risk again. It is like psyching out for a ride despite of the crumbly waves. I have to take a chance. I know this refutes something. Hurt will not stop me no more.

I will love this beautiful soul. If I may be found trying so hard, I do not care. Love should not be afraid. And oh yeah, I will not screw up this time. *wrinkle nose*

But honestly, sometimes I find my self farcing off. Maybe, just so maybe, he is that true, he will find my heart in the deepest sea.

Is it not that obvious why I have this extraordinary attachment to the beach?