forgotten tissue paper rants
Tissue papers...table napkins...somehow they fill in the spot for my notebook when it's not handy...They serve as memoirs of my thoughts on that day on that particular time,usually whenever I am in the emo-kid-in-the-corner-writing kind of mood...or mostly because i got bored waiting for somebody... --i found two tissue papers in between pages of my pugad baboy comic book. And well...here it is... --> I was infatuated once. At first I thought it was LOVE, but in the end I realized that it was nowhere near to what love really is. Love is so complicated that there is no way anyone can really define what it is. Perhaps, because every love story is unique for everyone. An experience in which no one can really describe accurately with words. In a way, Love can make us believe in obvious lies and be blind from the truth.Mute,deaf and blind. In short, love can make us incapacitated. Love is too strong a word,equal to hate. But then again, hate is something we also learn from