Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Life is not as simple as I've used to imagine it to be.

Friendship, many times do not last forever. People come and go, sometimes taking a piece of your heart with them.

You feel let down, betrayed and disappointed at junctures, but at the end of the day, it can be summed up into 3 words. "Life goes on".

Everyone longs for something true, something that will stretch the limits of time. I pray that I'd be convinced otherwise and perhaps all those strained relationships will work out once more.

Growing up is alluring. All the freedom to make choices, less sheltered from the hands that protect you. But alas, more consequences to face and cynism to acumulate.

Its like callaus. Layers of hardened skin.

Is being child like truly possible? or is it some kind of distant myth?

Passion Groove Life.