March 2009
2 posts
Past
reluctantbuddha:
We have to discard the past and, as one builds floor by floor, window by window, and the building rises, so do we go on throwing down first, broken tiles, then pompous doors, until out of the past dust rises as if to crash against the floor, smoke rises as if to catch fire, and each new day it gleams like an empty plate. There is nothing, there is always nothing. It has to be...
I don’t want you just to love me.
I want you to be proud of me. I want you to show me off to your friends and to your parents. I want them to be jealous of you, happy for you. I want them to think you’ve made a good “catch”, I want you to think you’ve made a good “catch”. I want you to feel that you’re lucky to be with me, not because you’re insecure, but because you think I’m amazing. I want other guys to look at me when I walk...
