write off

Dearcompanionyouareawriteryouwritetoomuchuntilonedayyoustopwritingme.

and those are the frantic attempts I am trying to hold you back from doing the fucking fonts. Truce?

to whom it may concern

You are a maze and I am amazed at every shake of head I make and a little misunderstanding dancing in my head.

I am working on the sonar when you turn into a vivid blue sea.

You play your cameo role genuinely. You are what I have always wanted on camera.

I captured you. You know I know how you are about to be ephemeral.

stateofmind.

Just because everyone is having doughnuts doesn't mean that I ought to have one. I could go buy some pretzels and sit on a stairway near the pavement just across the café.

Oh please how could those ring-shaped cakes meet my appetite?

Not the faintest idea, not the slightest idea

And I was so ashamed of myself for wanting something since everybody's having it.

Hatred

Hatred

These are to be destroyed.

"We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near." -Lewis Carroll

Cats and rabbits

Would reside in fancy little houses

And be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers

In a world of my own

All the flowers

Would have very extra special powers

They would sit and talk to me for hours

When I'm lonely in a world of my own

There'd be new birds

Lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds

Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds

Within that world of my own

I could listen to a babbling brook

And hear a song that I could understand

I keep wishing it could be that way

Because my world would be a Wonderland

(In A World of My Own - Alice in Wonderland)

pique.

They nag and they mourn soon after they get what they have predicted. They think they're the risk-takers and great and strong that this is mere obstacle, the avoidable part of life they're training themselves to get use to. They do whatever to make them look normal and think that the worst they may get is experience. Gah. It really is a life. You get some, you lose some. Now that we know, let us agree that there may be one or two things in life we are able to recall as a free lunch, but experience is totally not for free. Look at those so-called risk-takers whose hearts are scratched and fragmented. There was one time in their life when they're given a chance to think and to choose yet some of them were dreaming for a luck instead of telling their hearts not to overrun their brains. Have I told you that even a child, a very dreamer one, realize that life doesn't always work like their storybooks where the brave, swordless one outlives the fire-breathing dragon. Seriously, one of us has to reinvent a smarter way to define the true meaning of a risk-taker.

To put the matter in a nutshell, what’s the point of dealing with the whole risks when you can find a chance to reduce them?

Here in the marketplace, surely you’re permitted to bargain before purchase, right?

the Ifs and the Only-Ifs

When we're in the middle of the Deflation of Pride,

will people forgive the invaders?

Will people let drop the tense?

Will people cease the war?

If so,

will world become any peacer?

touché

I feel sad yet I suppose I must not cry. I am a grown-up and grown-ups do not cry anymore. They are too old and content to do so, but grandpa says I am his grandchild that I am too young to keep secrets.

“You’re still a tiny baby for me,” says he.

So I cry.