Useless

Some people would actually pretend they were right. When it was all mere rebuttal on what's true. It was kind of sad...When it should be okay to seek for an explanation -or answer, or simply not knowing. Most people would choose to act like they know so much by debating their idea with their arguments on clouds.

Such a waste of energy.

Such a shame.

phantasm

The space that once formed seems perishing.
Deconstructing with time...

and I was delusioning. 

A must.

C after F, after B.

수술실

It felt like one of those moments. Whenever you were near. I was never the person I knew.

You were dissecting every part. Trying to make sense of each anatomy and their function.

Only to come to understand that I am an anomaly.

It scares me because then is when I am about to lose you.

Just because.

Witherd youth..
and it saddened me because
it was a gift for you.
<3 p="">

entertainer

I wish i knew how to be one.

I love the smell of airports.

I can really hate myself when I start to talk honestly.

Honestly. The truth hurts.

They say the brain process the sound faster than they do with the light, but light moves faster than sound.

The actual event we see is actually happened faster than what we would hear. We are in sync with the light and sound only when we are standing far enough. We did not actually experience the actual event most of the time. Human survived reality by the trick of time. I guess..we owed something to the unactual, whether we like it or not. Our memory protects us from an unpleasant experience.

You're brighter than the others.

Maybe that is why I prefer to see you from afar. Our sense to a certain amount of light exposure would inform our brain to cover our eyes. Sometimes we survived by shielding ourselves from things that threaten our existence.

I wish somewhere, someplace I can finally figure out how, to be honest without being a prick and to learn to see with no shield.

And what these all have got to do with the airports?

For now...

I like the smell of it. It reminds me of something familiar almost like home. Where so many people in one place feel not so different. We are all mostly strangers to each other. Strangers allow me to keep being quiet. They wouldn't care to think about what went wrong.

Why so quiet?

You've once asked me.

You drew me a sketch of a bright small window. The only one with the lights on inside the building. There you wrote, "I wish I could see through you."

You grabbed my hand and offered me to join you into the lavatory. And we stay there for a while. Releasing every tension of our excited atoms in silent.

I once flattered. But how can I?

How can I not?

You're a massive star

And I'm out of words.

Moon Embracing the Sun

Eliminated

One should remember one's place and to be prepared to accept the consequences.

What might settle us out of curiosity is probably another new conclusion or question. Only freedom can accommodate such luxury.. yet when there are so many at hands arrogancy is to be defeated.

Some would console themselves with blind faith. Some would choose to be pragmatic because being different,
is often meant to be eliminated.

Entreaty

That a once small portion of the memories
would soon be replaced.

Like an essay. Written to be forgotten.

Prejudice is an archaic blade.
Silently hunting.. who knows until when.

Maybe empathy is another form of weakness
and to let go is always wise.

Trapped in the overlap

.

Your home.
Everything you've ever known.
How could it just disappeared?

Things vibrating in G
all of a sudden changed to C-minor.

Two correlated particles..
cannot coexist freely
independently.
They need to be whole.
One causes the other.
The other will collapse
for the other one to emerge.

Such a precious soul.

Broke a bit of your heart.

To learn that one of those people.. so genuine, so warm, leave too soon. 

These kind of people are rare. They understand life better. They learn better. They love better.

Sometimes... they heal others.