change=C=variable

sometimes you just reach a point
a point where you think you know
but you don't
you don't not because you didn't
but because change is the only constant in life

constant is a variable. but sometimes you hope and pray
that ...

sometimes variables do not change.
and you wish they know that
but they don't
they don't not because they didn't
but because variables do change

change is indeed inevitable. but sometimes you hope and pray
that...

change takes longer to be a constant to be a variable

and at that moment in life when you need change to not be a constant to not be a variable
you hope and pray in your heart that they know

they know you the way you know that change takes longer to be a constant to be a variable
and you just scream in your heart hoping miracles do happen.
hoping the thing they called the sixth sense for your love exists.
you can scream and shout and think they don't know
and thinking they don't know drives you crazy
thinking they don't know makes you confuse
thinking they don't know makes you not know

then you just want to stop thinking they don't know. you don't know.
and so it stops.

help.

love is a bad thing

Sometimes I think love is the greatest evil disguised as the ultimate sweetness in life.
Love is like that apple that is so red, shiny and juicy.
The apple that you desire to sink your teeth in but might just kill you.
The wicked witch or queen or stepmom just no longer use the cliche apples anymore.

Falling in love itself sounds like pain, like a misfortune.
But being humans we desire the things that thrills us. That seems forbidden.
Eve took the bite and so will every other girl. Well, every other guy too.

Love is a set up to ensure your heart is full and heavy and vulnerable.
Before one day. some day. it will just be crushed. broken. into pieces.
The littlest cracks will shatter.
Then finally, when that glue wears off and can never be replaced, your heart is left.
shattered. in broken. crushed. pieces.
and it just. kills you.

Only in fairytales the princess live happily ever after with that ONE she loves.
But our lives are not fairytales.
one day. some day. one of us will leave. and the other must live.
i don't know whether i want to be the former or the latter.
i beg that in my fairytale we will leave and then live.
and everything that is left behind will be glued.

you get what i mean?

4 giving

sometimes people flaw.. if God can forgive who are you to be so cruel?
humans are imperfect... God is forgiving but we're not God.

well, come

It's a new day. It's a new life. I'm feeling goooood...

Welcome back dear!