You can't think of anything else of that matter when he punishes you w a string of nightmares that doesnt even make sense, then proceed to send you gargoyles to ruin your life &supply holy water that they spit to your face. How very charming, you higher power, very charming.

Then there's this midst of insensitivity when I've forgotten about you, forgotten to say thanks or forgotten to be agitated, because deep down inside, I had hoped to have come across as a figure of memory or task in your busy schedule somehow, but I thought maybe I could give a miss cause you surely won't remember me either. Its a compromise, so tell me, you there?

Sometimes I'm not even angry at anybody at all. I believe that life is beautiful music, full bloomed love &fabulous foliage, but it's also cancer, hypocrites, plastic surgery &wars. A little bit of Grey's, a little bit of House &Shrek too. I mean, what do we expect sometimes? Maybe life could've done better. But dammit, so could we. Bullseye, that is it. I hit it right there. If I reminded myself too often, I'd break, or die perhaps, like how most adults are dead inside. Maybe we dont even need therapy. Maybe we just need a love's thrill.

I knew you have found in me a place where I told you I live alone, where I find a way to renew my springs that will never dry up. I've seen th sunset &th sun rise, th way th orange sky fixed some beautiful adorned clouds which mimicked th milkyway to our known eyes on th ground, &how th blue night skies pitched some stars to make humans believe in romance. I've taken ppl to my patio, sometimes my garden, usually to my porch, then I see them leave without having a slight decency to shut my door for me.

Sometimes we can find th person who loves us. But we were never inclined to settle on things that we don't believe in; things or ppl that mocks our wildest dreams, though they still love us, their sight or their confession still couldn't bring th best in you. &Maybe so, you still haven't found yours. However ridiculous or outrageous your dream is, it only takes a determined man to continue grasping on th things so hard to grasp. When reality comes knocking on your door to nudge itself in, with each breath, your every soul, ever more strong &ready, you have to shun it back out. Because you chose to be a dreamer, you have infinitely chose to be in a little more pain than th rest.