I am a rock

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
Well I've heard the word before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

Paul Simon

Sometimes you wish you'd get hurt before, so maybe you'll understand& identify with these poems. How does it feel like, being hurt deep. But then again, I won't want to know. If I don't bend& break, can we be friends? If I didn't hurt you so bad, can we still be friends? I drag because I don't want to anticipate vacuum. Perhaps memory shouldn't remind us of human. I pray you, let us forget. If we could live without emotions, how would it be? It's everyone and me. Always everyone, occasionally me. You train us academically, please train also our emotion.

I feel............................................................................................................... brainless, heartless.

I'm more loving towards others nowadays(it is so obvious). Actually, I think I've ten hearts, to be able to feel like that.

Literature definately makes one emo. I cannot help it, lit is my downfall, my tearing apart.That was break time, now I return to joyluck land. I just blogged twice in two days. This is something not to be borne (HAHA).