Category Archives: definition

intent.

What I thought of being sad came out being pretty. What I thought represent pain people see as beauty. What I thought about angrily came out as comedy. There must be seriously something wrong in the ways I put my thoughts on my face. Don’t get me wrong, I am not frustrated, I just think […]

really?

When an unreal meets a paranoid, that’s when things get a bit funny. Are you real? you asked me. I don’t really know, I said. Oh please don’t tell me that, you said. This was what I was thinking, which I didn’t say out loud: I was thinking, how could I know that I’m real? […]

two.

Two postings in a day. What’s happening to me? My ear’s becoming more sensitive. If happiness is ignorance of details of the life surround, should I be happy at all? Nah. Happiness is experiencing all the pain and being able to smile with all the creases on your face. And here. Let’s be corny altogether […]