All is full of love

I've got quite a hard time of heart-breaking.

Not the first time, the same mistake is re-committed. Again, I turn out to find someone I once loved is an asshole. I completely denied his value and existence. I questioned my judgement, which I usually confident with.

I was keenly questioned by myself.

I was desperately depressed when I locked myself in my room, after I've been calmed down for too long.

The room of one's own works when you have to write poetry and non-fictions, but not for heart-breaking. Virginia Woolf didn't put this remark in her book.

I shouted, and resumed my pub crawls. I phoned my friends out, chilled and chatted, something sensitive, with something crazy.

So good to stay with friends, so good to meet some cool people. I recalled Bjork's "All is full of love". Yes, all is full of love, just I didn't noticed the love that always exists.

My dearest friends, I love you too.




All is full of love

you'll be given love
you'll be taken care of
you'll be given love
you have to trust it

maybe not from the sources
you've poured yours into
maybe not from the directions
you are staring at

twist your head around
it's all around you
all is full of love
all around you

you just ain't receiving
all is full of love
your phone is off the hook
all is full of love
your doors are all shut

All is full of love





One more...

Army of me

stand up
you've got to manage
I won't sympathize
anymore

and if you complain once more
you'll meet an army of me