you are what you read.

i may write my views.
that might appeal to yours.
or even oppose to your beliefs.
i may write my heart out.
to let your hearts know that i, too, know.
i may write long, or short.
i may write jargons.
but words are never jargons to me.
you may succeed to despise my words,
or fail to hide the sense you get in them.
try as you might, do your very best, for trying is living.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Because I loved you.

I will never understand.

the paradox of love disappearing from one side, while on the other, it grows stronger.

one side acts a parasite sucking the energy of love away?

was it one's fault? or both?

and yet you say, I hate you. when it was you who didn't love me anymore.

because you, my friend, will never understand how real it was for me.
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