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+Life taught me logic. I was born with feelings. Analysis broke me into pieces. Synthesis brought about change. Almost reborn. Now I am my choices and my choices are infinite, beyond my understanding. Developing understanding will bring me closer to an open end. Floating in chaos is the most safest place in the world, like back then in the womb...what a circle made by a triangle. it is plus, minus and something else...Change!

so relationship +-0, where - analysis, + synthesis, 0 circle, life, change.

Thinking back, thinking of you
Summertime think it was June
Yeah think it was June
Laying back, head on the grass
Chewing gum having some laughs
Yeah having some laughs.

You made me feel like the one
Made me feel like the one
The one
You made me feel like the one
Made me feel like the one
The one

Drinking back, drinking for two
Drinking with you
When drinking was new
Sleeping in the back of my car
We never went far
Didn't need to go far

You made me feel like the one
Made me feel like the one
The one
You made me feel like the one
Made me feel like the one
The one

I donÂ’t know where we are going now
I donÂ’t know where we are going now

Wake up call, coffee and juice
Remembering you
What happened to you?
I wonder if weÂ’ll meet again
Talk about life since then
Talk about why did it end

You made me feel like the one
Made me feel like the one
The one
You made me feel like the one
Made me feel like the one
The one

I donÂ’t know where we are going now
I donÂ’t know where we are going now

So take a look at me now

Honesty is not cherished nowadays. Hiding behind masks and engaging in pretence is more acceptable in our society. Following dreams that others have infixed in our mind, striving to 'save' the image rather than the reflection, and occasionally avoiding the manifestations of truth, help many nowadays find 'success' as it is translated in terms of cash flow, physical beauty, fame or what not. And what honesty has got to do with all these? oh well its hard to remember something that has never been part of our past thus not part of our memory..forget honesty, it wont take u anywhere earthly.

Craig McDermott: If they have a great personality and they're not great looking... then who fucking cares?
Patrick Bateman: Well, let's just say hypotetically ok? What if they have a great personality?
[pause, all laugh]
Patrick Bateman: I know, I know.
[all in unison]
Patrick Bateman, Craig McDermott, David Van Patten: There are no girls with good personalities.
David Van Patten: A good personality consists of a chick with a little hard body, who will satisfy all sexual demands without being too slutty about things, and who essentially will keep her dumb fucking mouth shut.
Craig McDermott: The only girls with good personalities who are smart or maybe funny or halfway intelligent or talented, though god knows what the fuck that means, are ugly chicks.
David Van Patten: Absolutely.
Craig McDermott: And this is because they have to make up for how fucking unnattractive they are

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communicatioooon.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communicatioooon.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communicatioooon.

cold, cold, cold,
Cold silence haaaas
a tendency toooo
atrophy anyyyyy
sense of compassiooooon.

between supposed loverrrs
between supposed brotherrrrrs.

(I know the pieces fit. 7x)
I know the pieces fiiit!

.......

Sitting here, staring at the screen. Many thoughts, enough space but hesitation. I know what I should do and who I am but I keep losing the traces of 'the meaning'. Sometimes I avoid thinking about the meaning. Sometimes I find the beauty of it in ephemeral things but, like butterflies, it doesn't stay for long to grasp it . So there I find myself lost in a vicious circle. Oxymoron. I am near sighted, so I have stopped looking. I try to listen. Between the lines lays the truth says he. My hapless senses lie to me again but I have no one else to trust. If I could relate beyond my senses ? I need to lay over, the journey is long and a stop should only be enough for some rest. Goodnight.

thinks
feels
talks
fears

takes
fakes
teases
freezes

empty
fool
empty
full

stuck
fuck
start
friend

add
and
end.-

coming soon.