From my Noodle

you to me? someone that i would never want gone..ur that small drop of black ink on my piece of paper that everybody hated but to me added color to my picture..ur that flat noise that every musicians hate but to me adds flavor to my melody..ur THAT to me

To my noodle (6)

Persistence is the only thing that keeps me intact.

Might it be that I know things,
I could understand things,
I would understand more than I could handle. But my acceptance is a bit slow.
I tend to hold on to something when I see a glimmer of hope.
Its not about the number of missed calls I could procure when I am insistent.
Its not about being blind and fighting for something that would lead no where.
Its about taking the benefit of the doubt and fighting for my belief.
It was all about pride and the fear of utter disappointments that made me fight.
Its the stubborn sense that I would be proven wrong.
Its about persistently holding into a grim belief
- fighting for a pride and the fact that anyone could be proven wrong.

Persistence is my strong point.

I would believe in with a benefit of the doubt even if reality bites me in the neck.
I would believe in the people who I just met with pure naivety that there is no right or wrong.
Evil is something that society dictates.

Persistence is my stupidity.

I know I am an escape route.
And the belief that I was holding on was merely a cover to hide my intentions.
I want to find a person who would unearth the one I wasn't even trying to hide.

You, don't even understand what I am implying about.

Persistence is a war for living.
I am desperate enough to live and be valued.
And I would show you that I would stand by,
I would not be the one to leave,
no matter how many people would leave me.