Having One is not important.
Having One that act like One is what matters.

It is not about weird perception.
It is about how it seems from the other side.

It is not about making too much a big deal.
It is about hinting how the current emotional state is.

It is not about words and promises.
It is about that words and promises being performed.

It is not about spending time together because it is demanded.
It is about the want to spend time together because it crosses your mind.

It is not about "maybe" or "see how" whether there is time.
It is about giving time first hand. What happens then happens.

It is not about always being like this.
It is about reminder of the current state.

It might seem okay.
But it is not okay.

Skin Deep

What do you do when you know something is up, but yet don't know it for sure? What if everything is taken for granted. Happiness that last 24 hours, but sadness the next day. Confusion on one day and love on another. Depression vs joy.

All these, are they shallow?
Is there anything skin deep?
That has intimate meaning.

That life is just not about dots scattered all around places.
But that life is about dots making pattern, connected to one another.

Do these dots make sense?

How do you know if you have found the correct answer?
How do you know if you have found the right one?

Whatever

When you think that the world is coming closer to within your reach, it is not.

Incomplete

Incomplete as the opposite of complete.
To be complete, is to be whole - no blankness or vacuum occupying the space.

Then there is pseudo complete. The satisfaction of feeling that you have achieved the completeness, yet the unsatisfactory return of that completeness for nothing is perfect as we see in our minds.

As much as giving brings greater happiness, it is human nature to desire for the same return. But often, the balance is never achieved. There'll always be more of => and <= implications rather than <=>.

It is this dissatisfaction that more or less create incompleteness within the space of joyful completeness.

I can't help but to wonder, where is my imaginary completion that I yearn for?
Jeez.

Helpless

I feel so low.
How much do I worth?
Am I meant nothing?
What's with the numbers and sayings...are they gone?
Have they just become a mere statement. Automatic answering machine?

"promises"

Heart sinks as soul lost.

I can feel my heart crying in pain.

FUCK!
STATUS
AM I NO DIFFERENT
THE EXTREMITY AND HARDCORITY OF THEM ALL
EXCUSES
LIES
INSATIABLE
EMPTY
PROMISES
PSEUDO

FUCK!
ATTACHMENT VS OBSESSION
LOVE VS LUST
BEYOND WORDS
- TOO NANO OR TOO MACRO
PAIN
PLEASURE

FUCK!
LEARN TO BE LONELY.
LEARN TO BE SILENT.
LEARN TO KEEP TO MYSELF.
LEARN TO SHUT IT CLOSE.