I am a warm, friendly person who smiles just for the sake of it.
I am a warm, friendly person who smiles to make you smile with me.
I am a warm, friendly person who has strong muscles in his face, because of so much smiling. Ok you get the point.
I am a warm, friendly person who will open his heart if that means winning yours.
I am a warm, friendly person who will never betray you.
I am a warm, friendly person who will be at your side forever if you are worthy.
I am a warm, friendly person who loves forever, through time and space, sadly, without a blue box.
I am… I am a cold, lonely person. Who understands his coldness, and enjoys his loneliness.
I hope i was just a mad man with a blue box. But sadly i am not mad enough, and haven’t found my box yet. Not the blue one, not any other one.
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I have grown cold, no, not cold. I am as warm as ever, because i now know how to love, more like, i have grown to expect less, that way i can be safe of disappointment, while i am still able to enjoy good surprises.
Still, i fell like I am in fact colder, caring less, even though I would give my world or fight a nonexistent imaginary but deadly war if you just asked for it.
But you don’t. Even when i know you want to.
Knowing it doesn’t give me the power nor the will to say or do things you did not ask for.
knowledge is power indeed. But the real power comes from the action itself. The application of that knowledge is where the “power” really lays on. In an infinite bed of thoughts and actions.
A bed we could lay on, if you just asked for it.
And that he thought. His last thought before leaving his enlightened life, dying in a room full of this familiar yet terrifying darkness where the light was just a good old memory.
If you just asked for it.
If you just had asked for me.
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