Secret Garden
Bruce Springsteen
She'll let you in her house
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides
She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' 'round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That'll bring you down
She'll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don't think twice
You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget
She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
Then she'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away
a classmate of mine told me one day that what i write here in this blog is quite different from the image i portray in school. certainly, i was quite taken aback when i heard that. no one ever told me that. neither do i exactly know what kind of image do i portray in school. i cant recall our exact conversation now, but i remembered something my friend said..something like she could find traces of what i feel in her.
"
You only ever know as much as people want you to know, and anyone can pretend to be anything, if it suits them."
i dont know why i even write things in here. i know these long paragraphs of incoherent ramblings wont make a difference in a matter or weeks, or months.
do they even matter now? i remember that i once told my friend that i dont exactly like the idea of having some stranger read my innermost thoughts. or letting some acquaintance of mine i hardly know judge me from what i write. and i think its scary when ppl know too much about me; then i will become a totally predictable person. and i guess sometimes i just have too much in my head i dont know where or how to start. like when i have something i want to write about, i would make a mental note in my head to write about it, but when i get down to blog, i would just totally forget about that particular incident and write about what i ate for lunch or some other things ppl dont give s hit about. no, i dont mean that i want ppl to give a shit about what i write. ahh, you get the idea huh. i guess what i write here in this blog dont exactly reveal who or what i am inside. but honestly, i dont think it matters to anyone who or what i am; or what im thinking about for that matter. or perhaps sounding totally incoherent and contradicting and nonsensical is just me.
oh well.
6:42 PM
