Skinky boy

I'm in the best shape of all life, supreme and no time. I'm in the proud feeling of knowing everything, of understanding everything.

This is a human confidence. I love for my real nature. This is the destruction of my negative thoughts. I'm doing the transformation of imagination.

Into reality.

Not the way it ends

I believe this is not the way it ends. Remembering... Green fields all the way to St. Andrews Rainy days in our flat I was busy preparing for the dinner - you cleaned all the mess I left behind - our little kitchen talk afterward until late at night Looking out the window, out to the bridge, cold and snowing. I now believe you are not one of those high street girls. I understand now you are not that girl. But with you I already found my peace of mind.

Bad month of the year

Bad month of the year is May...

- 3 bad conversations... (1 twisted by my own words)
- 3 rejections...
- 2 awkward moments...
- I'm not sure how many gallons of beer I had for the whole week...
- Bought the pots twice (and it's still not enough)...
- Spent my bucks too much...

I hope those only happen in May...

I don't want another May in my lucky year...

Fermata

I just had excessive drinking days with all friends. It was awkwardly fun and yes, it made me so short really fast. But I won't stop.

I want to get out. Out of town. Out of the city. To the country side. To the hill. To the mountains. To the beach. To the sea. And yes, it will make me so short really fast. But I won't stop.

I want to shop. Cars. Clothings. Shoes. And yes, it will make me so short really fast. But I won't stop.

I don't want any form of clarification. It's too late. No more small talks, high expectation, strong commitment, dependancy, passion for lust, whatsoever.

I want to forget life in west-end.
Stop for a while. Fermata.

Fixing and Alteration

To me, things at stores are not precisely fit our self. If it's tailored then it may represent the genuine taste of our complex characteristics. That's why I love alterations. I don't easily accept things as it made. Nevertheless, I could also fix my self to the changes and tolerate with the changing people. Not to roll on a fast pace... but calmly flow the stream.

The action and reaction leave my self as a certain common person with conservative thinking made by my own rules.

Some people may not fancy that. But I don't judge.

I might change if I have to. No pressure, no diamonds.

Rollercoaster Ride

It's better that I believe that it's over... Waiting everyday for a line, for a sign from you.
It's a rollercoaster ride of emotion... paralyzing me...
It's better that we build on the dreams in our own world, than a bridge in between the two that could never hold our weight.

A sudden bad shot right on the chest

Had an unexpected conversation last night. It was a really bad shot right on the chest. (Some said) It's not my fault, and it's not her fault either. (Some said) We see this thing going on from different perspective. Yet she doesn't want to try to work it out, and if she thinks so, I might think it's not worthed. It's not whose loss... but it's just pity...

A week and an evening

She has to start all over again, because whatever his intention was, it successfully traps her in the circle again. Her brain, the utmost complex thing in universe, has started working in parallel synchronized randomness with the history and… may be his brain.

She expressly told him… why in the world he wants her? She’s so problematic, she has bad reputation, she has so many miseries, she has attitude problems. She also told him, if he just wants to get laid, he shouldn’t come to her… There are so many girls whom he can get laid with, but please, not her.

Guess what? He’s aware of that, and it just makes him wants her more and more.

A week and an evening could change the life he has been living in for years… no matter how far and how long he had gone… it may…. keep… all over and over again. The circle that he always avoids from, but it haunts him all the time.

He thought, it’s so fascinating to see her once… but once… may lead to something more demanding and flows in secrecy.

Once is never enough.