Love(less)

One of the few things I fully understand about myself is how I view love. I have this very idealistic view on love, and despite that, I avoid it at all costs. (Okay, maybe not all costs; the sporadic lovely moments are truly welcomed).

Unfortunately, what I see as true love is something I find truly boring. It’s nice but I need some unbalance in my (love) life. I want love that is more beast-like than human; a love that feeds upon our passions, our physical beings and our minds. I want to be filled with anger, angst and ardor. I want to feel emotions ooze out of my lover’s pores. I want to make the taboo love we share the norm.

Ultimately, these desires have taught me one thing: I have to love the ugly parts of me first. I need to wear my insecurities with a smile. Although I’ve come a long way, I don’t think I’m ready for such a huge commitment.

I need to escape my life. I need to run away to a foreign country. I need to bask myself in the unknown and find something worthy of knowing. Ah, that’s what I call love, diving into the black abyss and finding light. (via)

An Introduction

"A Hundred Scripts" is a project, that I hope will allow me to write more regularly. The idea stemmed from another blogger, Kevin, who posted 100 words to write about. I decided to take those words and create "A Hundred Scripts." The idea is to write whatever comes to mind about the 100 themes.
Therefore, 100 Themes, 100 Scripts.

Eyes are marvelous things. We all have a pair. Some of us have 20-20 vision, others need contacts/glasses, some, unluckily, are partially or fully blind. Despite that, they are still marvelous things.

They are the way we see the world. We all perceive everything differently. To introduce myself - I would have to let you understand the way I perceive things.

I need contacts. The time I feel that I can truly see the world is when I’m standing in front of my bathroom mirror taking off my contacts. When I take off one of my contacts - a whole side goes blurry. I begin to mix the perfect vision of one eye, and pure blur. It becomes a fuzzy image, that’s what I love seeing.

You see, when I see my fuzzy reflection, I am able to blend what could be and what is. I blend my reality and my imagination. That’s how I perceive the world: a realist with a pinch of imagination.

I am a realist that adds color to the black & white world through his imagination. Occasionally I would blend the two, creating a fuzzy beautiful world. (via)