Con me, fuses it.

If ironic was the order of the day, what tiles the surface and what forms the surface is of two different composite altogether. Words can fabricate. Emotions, which are more spontaneous than words, hardly. I'm mildly amused, mildly sickened. Well anyways, unhappiness usually sets in when nights are spent mulling over the uncontrollable. Whats behind can disintegrate the present pysche. Something like Lot's wife. Helplessness, likewise, is the confused mother of exasperation. You want it, can't have it, fret over it, mess with it.


Come to think. Its actually very simple, forthcoming, easy to comprehend. But why isnt that my way?? My only understanding is: Cause it ain't your highway. And thats why, window shopping never gratifies. Flightly relationships, will never satisfy.


..take it easy. See how it goes lor...