"if i were to write a letter to you now,

it would be empty.

empty not because there's nothing to be written,

empty because of the inability to pen the heart down to paper.

the inability to pin one's feelings.

what one would feel when he sits with you,
just enjoying the moment in time,
seeing you there,
your presence filling up my soul.

empty because the description of you
of my perception of you,
is too unreal to pen down on paper.
its too uplifting,
too positive,
too happy to be true.

the feelings of joy,
peace,
contentment,
happiness,
like andrenaline pumping into your life.

and when you're gone,
those other feelings creep in.

feelings of sadness,
guilt,
disappointment,
regret,
pain,
destabilising.

for you are the pillar of the building,
the foundation of life,
keeping change acceptable,
keeping life simple.

life has it complicated,
humans are complicated.
the mind moves in miraculous ways,
trying to think its way through different stages of life.

and after the passing of all your years,
you will yet again be one with nature,
unknowing,
unseeing."


"treasure these moments,
because they will be the time of your life.
when you argue with girls,
they dont speak your language.
i just hold my breath,
keep my anger.
and i say sorry."

"and he's right.
jc life is a mess.
if you like a girl,
the only action applicable is to stop liking her.
because true chance can never be found."

life has to move on.

sigh.