Your seams were undone. I tried, and all I wanted is for everything to be the way it could have. After trying to tie up the loose ends, in hopes of crafting a new piece, you started tugging the threads a little too late and I began feeding off every one of the flecks you've sprinkled on me. Why now? I keep taking and taking, and the more I take, the more you're warmly nested in my mind. I'll leave things to be. I'm not intrepid enough. And if I were, I would be terrified unconditionally.

3. At the moment, there's some sort of hanging guilt for not necessarily knowing what to release of you. I guess it's not even so much that I have anything to say about you that I don't want you to know about. This is mainly what my posts are for, except you know so much already. I enjoy my time with you so much and am gradually growing attached to you. I've yet to know where I stand with you, although the idea is clear already. You provide much more security than I could have ever imagined and are something close to ideal with just being yourself. I love you.

Quelquejour

Regardless of how hyped up you are, how excessively positively reviewed you are, how your magic is no secret (via public opinion), how all of your picturesque locations induce anyone to tears of disbelief in your beauty, some day...

This blog has definitely transformed into something now required to contain depth at every post. I like it though, and I don't care if any of you readers mind, let alone, even read what I type. I'll let this post be dedicated to various people whom will surely never read what I've to say about them, maybe they'll know some other time.

1. I love you, and I used to not get along with you that much at some point, but it seems like our separation brings us closer. I'm not sure if you feel it, but I know that I do. Maybe you should know that pessimism doesn't help. To be honest, you dragged me down and a few others to such a low level that all we settled down to was apathy, and closure. I understand that distance is a barrier, but you can not repress yourself for it. If nothing rises, then nothing rises. You simply accept it. However, you manage to complain and if things don't go your way, there's nothing in between for you. Learn to not look at everything either black or white, the world doesn't suck. Neither does your life, for Christ's sake. I'm not going to acquire your qualities anymore. I was too unsettled perhaps for as long as time can remember, but I think I creaked open a door. I'm hoping that you find at least a tint of fulfillment soon. I'm always here for you.

2. You're the only one I have the easiest accessibility to at the moment. However, something we both lack of is fun. When someone's missing, our whole environment changes. I'm sure you're aware of it too, and most of the time you're the one I least know has any feelings present. We open up to eachother, sure. I think you're still trying to find your way through.

not done with this yet

Here's for humanity

Take away the pains of being too human. You either face unrequited feelings from someone; Sometimes it's you who lacks of reciprocal, causing hurt any way. You want something badly, and yet can not attain it. All that this natural instinct provides is misery. Any way you follow the rules, you end up the same. Even life is this way. Stay for a while, then diminish. You'll stay in the vast records of a beautiful world, but I unlike others, dares not ask the question that precedes. That is why I want to stay away from everything that humanity has amounted to. This does not necessarily imply I rather excplore life through the being of some inanimate subject, I merely possess the curiosity. What I would like to prevent is the closeness of sentiments. Why does a dip in the inexplicable arena called life guarantee uneasiness to every single being? This is not a complaint that inclines towards smooth sailing circumstances, I do understand the difficulties that surface. But every action leads to it, and I do not want to be a part of it. My being is too unprepared.

Take care

I wish I could organize myself, in everything.
My conscious is killing me, and it will not go away.
Too much insanity, and the past has been lost.
Please be good to me.

I can't seem to make it mine

Well, let's see. I think I've done it, I think I am learning. Now I want to figure out how to manage what I aim for. I'm utterly tired nowadays, all I want to do is either lie in bed or lie anywhere that is comfortable next to a specific someone. How did it even amount to this? I have no idea. But I can not let this comfort invade nearly all aspects of thought and activity. I need to hold on to even the thinnest string to climb towards my net of dreams.

Infancia

My favorite childhood movie and book series. I was obsessed, not only with the plot and all its wonderous ventures but also the actor that plays the role of Klaus Baudelaire, Liam Aiken.

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