forests always there

thoughts provoked by the recent valentines day. such an odd occurance perhaps
i cannot help but love such silly (and possibly trite) pop music sensabilaties. sometimes it is just too understandable to wet your whistle with something that is picture perfect and cutely lulling.
the whole concept of clishe'
make me so sad and disenchanted sometimes. like the fact that it is percieved this ways somehow discounts the possability of something BEING this way, you know?

perhaps sometimes
it is just easy to hope that nice things happen
free of our constraints.