I would like to use part of this poem on a poster. May I?
Please respond to my e-mail ASAP!

-Sebastian

Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears

That’s okay – I never knew that I will be coming across this link, there are many of this sort, doesn’t make me enjoy this writing but I feel sad a bit to read them as it affects

But I think this is your personal stuff

By the way maybe is not good to keep these replies from mine on this blog because I write awful

And english is not my language

If I wanted to say something, it could annoy you perhaps – in that but believe me there is nothing such thing that we people call Love (not that I have been thru and got hurt), it’s a state, for anyone you lost with that feeling that means he or she is not made for you and since you had the impression that the person suits you to your expectation/chemistry then it’s a mere desire or by chance, maybe it was better, or there could not be any better you might think, perfect for you so to speak

Life is for living, it has a timeline – it cannot be that you lost something, but that you have given along – in your mind you want a return and in that state it will keep you in this mode from time you think about it – your brain remembers things that create emotions – and that you think if you tell people or if god (if you think he exists and believe in) they will feel sympathy no matter in which way you present it to them or to yourself and that they will care and then what – they have their own life damned, live yours as you would want

And talking about “you know yourself” that is not true it is practically impossible for one to know oneself completely

it is all in your mind, it is things you have learnt (but only so far), from situation created, people around, influences all your behaviour: that is why some people are stupid others are not and they drive for new

You have to pull yourself together, if you continue to think about past or memories that affected you then you will affect your own future – live life in a direction – past and memories are to be told or rather to affect other people, when you will find no time is left you will say what a waste of a life, move ahead, get out

I am not creative, not fancy nor technical, I am only following circumstances, as I am always at the wrong place at the wrong time if it is with intent (it is a belief).

I do not know you, you be a man or woman, hard to say – though looks more feminine in your prose.

But one thing is incidental in that since the beginning of your writings there are things that coincide a little bit with mine own.

Anyway I wish you could write to me by mail, perhaps share your feeling as I am not good in building relationship.

What would you like to know? and wheres your journal?