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Doubt...
| Posted at 03:09 PM on February 24, 2008 |
Doubt is an awful thing, as it is the one thing which makes us question everything which we know for certain; it makes us worry about those things which are most delicate, those things which are easily damaged. Such as love.
It is so difficult not to doubt, not to get afraid to lose someone. And that is exactly which is the worst part of it all. Your fear causes your mind to go over it like crzay. It is exactly this which I have stressed multiple times already: by going over it so often, it is unconsciously accepted as a fact. You become convinced that it is the truth, but in fact, it is only doubt.
Above, I mention the delicacy of love. What makes it so special is that it is like a soap bud, being so fragile that it bursts apart at the slightest contact with anything else. Destroyed so easily, leaving behind a beautiful but oh so painful memory. That what is precious does not often last forever.
And you just know that it is not ever to be replaced. Certainly, there will always come new songs, and new dreams, and new loves, but it will always be very different. New bubbles can be blown, but they will never be like the one which has bursted apart.
The doubt you feel inside, is the needle which destroyed this single bubble which meant the world to you. Be careful with what you consider to be a fact, for it may as well be your mind playing tricks on you...
It is so difficult not to doubt, not to get afraid to lose someone. And that is exactly which is the worst part of it all. Your fear causes your mind to go over it like crzay. It is exactly this which I have stressed multiple times already: by going over it so often, it is unconsciously accepted as a fact. You become convinced that it is the truth, but in fact, it is only doubt.
Above, I mention the delicacy of love. What makes it so special is that it is like a soap bud, being so fragile that it bursts apart at the slightest contact with anything else. Destroyed so easily, leaving behind a beautiful but oh so painful memory. That what is precious does not often last forever.
And you just know that it is not ever to be replaced. Certainly, there will always come new songs, and new dreams, and new loves, but it will always be very different. New bubbles can be blown, but they will never be like the one which has bursted apart.
The doubt you feel inside, is the needle which destroyed this single bubble which meant the world to you. Be careful with what you consider to be a fact, for it may as well be your mind playing tricks on you...
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