Isn't It?
Sunday, September 16, 2007 3:55:52 PM
These ideas were born in conversation with my friend and it seems that we were discussing a book)) Partially, that's true.
We're strange people.
We wake up in the morning, make ourselves to go out of bed and go to a bathroom. We drink our coffee and hurry somewhere. It doesn't matter where: to the work, to study or anything else. And we feel loneliness. Rankling, it doesn't leave us. We wanna be with somebody or to be smth for somebody. We run, hurry, we change buses, but this feeling doesn't leave us. We are looking for somebody all the time. And we can't find. We're like parts of one chain. We want to link, but we can't. We fall in love, send flowers to smb, we wake up in one's beds. But parts of the chain don't link. And we continue to look for smb.
We are strange people. We have a lot to tell each other. But we hide everything deep in ourselves, believing that nobody will understand us. We keep silent, believing that people around us is a crowd which will never feel and appreciate what we feel. There are only the closest to us people. But we hide everything even from them. Deeper. It should never slip out. In the mornings streets are full of hurriers. And in the eyes of them we see "I have a lot to tell. But you won't understand me. I'd better keep silent." Hundreds of people. Thousands. And in the eyes of all of them this dumb "hide".
We are strange peolple. We put on ourselves smiles and masks of indifference in order not to show to anybody what we feel. Our faces become faces from covers of magazines: smile or indifference - and nothing else. It seems that we are always awaiting of aggression, even from out closest people. We enter the room, meet our friends, and take our shield - smile or indifference. And in the eyes - only challenge.
We are strange people. Very strange.
We're strange people.
We wake up in the morning, make ourselves to go out of bed and go to a bathroom. We drink our coffee and hurry somewhere. It doesn't matter where: to the work, to study or anything else. And we feel loneliness. Rankling, it doesn't leave us. We wanna be with somebody or to be smth for somebody. We run, hurry, we change buses, but this feeling doesn't leave us. We are looking for somebody all the time. And we can't find. We're like parts of one chain. We want to link, but we can't. We fall in love, send flowers to smb, we wake up in one's beds. But parts of the chain don't link. And we continue to look for smb.
We are strange people. We have a lot to tell each other. But we hide everything deep in ourselves, believing that nobody will understand us. We keep silent, believing that people around us is a crowd which will never feel and appreciate what we feel. There are only the closest to us people. But we hide everything even from them. Deeper. It should never slip out. In the mornings streets are full of hurriers. And in the eyes of them we see "I have a lot to tell. But you won't understand me. I'd better keep silent." Hundreds of people. Thousands. And in the eyes of all of them this dumb "hide".
We are strange peolple. We put on ourselves smiles and masks of indifference in order not to show to anybody what we feel. Our faces become faces from covers of magazines: smile or indifference - and nothing else. It seems that we are always awaiting of aggression, even from out closest people. We enter the room, meet our friends, and take our shield - smile or indifference. And in the eyes - only challenge.
We are strange people. Very strange.









Vladasvladas # Sunday, September 16, 2007 5:00:16 PM
And what would happen if everyone would tell everything?...
Just Misunderstanding? Conflict? War?...
DariaDaria-is-me # Sunday, September 16, 2007 5:20:01 PM
Vladasvladas # Sunday, September 16, 2007 5:25:15 PM
DariaDaria-is-me # Sunday, September 16, 2007 5:33:40 PM
The theoreme is prooved.
Vladasvladas # Sunday, September 16, 2007 5:51:59 PM
Therefore, when you go by bus, everyone REALLY speaks with you. It's only one simple thing left - to understand.
sukku # Monday, September 17, 2007 4:50:50 PM
DariaDaria-is-me # Monday, September 17, 2007 6:50:29 PM
sukku # Monday, September 17, 2007 7:05:31 PM
DK BAGGAdkbagga # Tuesday, September 18, 2007 12:12:39 PM
I m sure,if we try to feel that the whole world is of me there will not be any sorrow.
D.K.
DK BAGGAdkbagga # Wednesday, September 19, 2007 8:10:18 AM
D.K.
sukku # Wednesday, September 19, 2007 8:13:03 AM
DK BAGGAdkbagga # Wednesday, September 19, 2007 9:07:28 AM
D.K.
DariaDaria-is-me # Wednesday, September 19, 2007 6:06:02 PM
sukku # Wednesday, September 19, 2007 6:08:25 PM
DariaDaria-is-me # Wednesday, September 19, 2007 7:19:34 PM
sukku # Wednesday, September 19, 2007 7:26:33 PM
DK BAGGAdkbagga # Thursday, September 20, 2007 6:19:00 AM
The photo U have pasted on Ur main page is not attractive rather previous photo was great,remove the present present and paste earlier photo or latest photo with ur new hair cut style.
D.K.
sukku # Thursday, September 20, 2007 6:34:09 AM
DK BAGGAdkbagga # Thursday, September 20, 2007 6:46:43 AM
D.K.
sukku # Thursday, September 20, 2007 7:15:37 AM
bjerkely # Sunday, September 23, 2007 11:25:53 PM
We're strange, definitely...
jack3366 # Monday, October 8, 2007 5:27:27 PM
setyo # Thursday, October 11, 2007 2:49:09 AM
setyo # Thursday, October 11, 2007 2:56:51 AM
DariaDaria-is-me # Thursday, October 11, 2007 7:55:21 AM
DK BAGGAdkbagga # Monday, October 15, 2007 6:17:11 AM
D.K.
AlexandraTihostupa # Sunday, October 21, 2007 9:41:23 AM
DariaDaria-is-me # Sunday, October 21, 2007 11:17:00 AM
sukku # Sunday, October 21, 2007 11:20:08 AM
AlexandraTihostupa # Friday, November 9, 2007 7:28:50 AM
setyo # Saturday, November 10, 2007 9:23:32 AM
AlexandraTihostupa # Saturday, November 10, 2007 10:35:15 AM
DariaDaria-is-me # Saturday, November 10, 2007 3:06:08 PM
AlexandraTihostupa # Monday, November 12, 2007 5:09:43 PM