Having eyes, but not seeing beauty; having ears, but not hearing music; having minds, but not perceiving truth;
having hearts that are never moved and therefore never set on fire.
These are the things to fear

Toto-chan, chapter 25

I don't always find the right words

The fires are already around us,
Please let them not consume - now and then - you .
The scorching serves not its purpose, just fuss
about the torpid worms that feast inside.

Time passes and I know it'll get better,
But it is the now and then that strikes
You down, each tick, every beat is bitter.
Almost you yield ( Read more... )

Sr: Why do you spend so much time dancing?

Jr: It's either I dance or I do drugs.

Sr: So it gives you a high.

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I now know.

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they now call me y = f(x/∞)

So as he passed me by, I slipped him my heart. And then I ran out of the room. Early morning, the sun was barely setting in and he was still half-dazed with dreams. He stood staidly where I left him, my heart in his hand. For awhile he held it, still warm and beating in his palm. Then, never seeing it clearly in his fog, he exclaimed, "Oh, its ( Read more... )

You're are so lovely and so beautiful. I want to raise my hand, touch your cool cheek and tell you not to be worn out. Yet I know that there are many pressing issues that reside in the heavy air like dust particles, they never go away and the more you live, the more you breathe and surely they accumulate. What if what I'm feeling is merely the ( Read more... )

I hate clumbering upon the gradients of the Happiness Index graph or the Understanding Myself graph or any other information chart that tries to depict my life. It seems to me, it looks to me, it appears to me that everything is just downhill from here. My feet are plastered to a pair of skies, they are distant, they belong to a statue, out of my ( Read more... )

There is so much to say to you and you have volumes to tell me, but we steer off those topics and hold on tight. Sometimes the silence between us grows and becomes matter. At those moments, I feel like folding a paper boat and setting it on sail upon our stormy silence ( Read more... )