POSSIBLE? IMPOSSIBLE? WHAT?

Is it true that two rather similar persons can never agree with each other? It appears that when two such examples are placed together, they will often end up arguing over the simplest, most trivial matters. Could they never settle on anything amicably? Can these two people, so alike, ever come to an agreement on any issue, big or small, without first having an argument over it? Will they ever reach an unanimous decision without first having a verbal warfare with each other? Is it possuble that they will never agree? Will they ever come to terms with each other's point of view? Can they for once engage in amicable conversation? Is this possible? Could they converse with each other without having interludes of banter? Could they for once interact with each other harmoniously?-IS IT GOING TO BE POSSIBLE-I don't know if it is ever going to happen. Apparently not I guess. Somehow based on personal experience it seems an impossible task. The road is filled with stumbling blocks that prevent harmonious co-existence. Everytime we meet there is bound to be banter. Friends feel that this is the chemistry that the two of us share. They often say that we squabble like a long-time couple. Which I dare to beg to differ. How is it possible that the two of us can to our friends appear as a couple when we are at loggerheads with each other? We can be friends but nothing more in my opinion. The two of us are just unable to ever agree on anything. But I dare say that I think we are unanimous about the fact that the two of us never be ever considered a couple. Never!-IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE!!!- 

Vulnerability

I'm seriously unsure... Confused... Stuck in this libido... Not knowing what to expect... Not sure whether I will fall...Or maintain my balance... I want out!!!! But deep inside meI know that the answers I need are on their way... Too many questions that I want answers to... But not getting these answers fast enough... Never knew I could feel so vulnerable... But now I do...

These questions keep swirling in my head... Just like a witch's brew in her culdron... Though I know it might harm me... I still long for that little bit of magic... Some spell-boung answers...Can't seem to stop it... Questions keep flashing pass... Feel as if I am going down... Don't want to be on this downward spiral...Down into this bottomless pit... I know if I'm there I'll never get out... The world will see me in my most vulnerable state... Yet, I also know that it will liberate me... I can be true when I'm there... Seeing me vulnerable the world would want to protect me... Cause it finally see the real me... And truly love me for who I really am...

To turn left or right... Walk on straight or stop in my tracks... I simply do not know what next... One thing is for sure though... I need to keep on moving... Keep my momentum up and carry on... Onwards, left or right... Choices I inevitably have to make... As long as I hold my pace... I can continue to ponder... Take my time to wonder... The decision is ultimately in my hands... Give or take it's up to me... Gritting my teeth and pressing on... I'm praying hard that everything is going to be A-OK... Whatever, whenever, whoever... When it comes, it comes... No matter how hard I try to hide...It will still come... I'll just have to face the facts and smile =) Let my guard down a little at a time... Soon it'll be time to embrace the world... Time to show my vulnerablity... Nothing will shield me then... Nothing will hide me then... I just have to stand up and be me... The other side of me...

a poem I like...

MAD GIRL'S LOVE SONG
^{A VILLANELLE By Sylvia Plath}

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in; I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.(I think I made you up inside my head.)