I wish this poem was pixie dust - Nicholas Gordon

We lust for what we cannot have,
A long, unbroken chain
Of lovers who remain unloved
And loved who love in vain.

While I'm near mad with wanting you
As trees must have the sun,
You cannot help but find a love
Who loves another one.

The higher you climb, the harder you fall

I've built walls so high that only few can climb
These walls of illusion will make you think you're all the way through
But you're not. You're most certainly not.
Those who dare scale these walls time after time will surely learn their lesson soon
That the higher you climb, the harder you fall.



And i have my demons too.

Food for thought

Sometimes i cant understand why some people are so materialistic. Isnt it sad when clothes and shoes and make up make people happy? Sure, sometimes buying nice clothes can make me happy..for maybe a grand total of 10 seconds. Does it really matter if we cant buy nice things all the time? Because at the end the day, things are just that..things. And all things are temporal.