TALKING

there were those moments you suddenly get a flashback. and everything was happy. if you tell me that i would pretend not to understand. because maybe there are a thousand reasons for me to go away but i cannot-my heart remains here.

well, let's say i was way too happy when i saw you. and way too torn between what i call happiness and what is real. it is difficult to tell if this is a dream. or that it is not easy to choose. if i could- i would wish that he'd be you or you'd be him.

do not be mistaken. i am not confused. i just saw pieces of the puzzle. i wonder why it cannot be how i wanted things to be. then someone comes wanting to complete everything by saying what i had always wanted to hear. even showing what i always wanted to see. this is where i thought- i wish he was you.

certainly nobody can tell what defines people. without comparison. or basis. certainly, we cannot tell what makes them that or this. we just stick to them because of certain reasons that even we ourselves cannot express in words. we just want them. and we are happy. but what if-

there is always that guilt or regret of not trying things, or not reciprocating love given or shown. but what confuses them as much as it confuses me (a feeling that is always late) is that: could we love as many as we want. if we have only one heart?

man is frail. and life is short. from what you have said. i cannot sleep and i am thinking with my mind.