when i see you, you remind me of two people that i used to know. two people who never crossed paths, conversed, or even cared much for the other. lives were lived separately, days were spent without each other. but things change, and they always do. as each decision fails your expectations, you move on to another one. and another. you become overjoyed when you are finally able to settle down. a chance that does not come by easily. you are fortunate; you are treasured.

i'd like that too.

but nothing goes my way, or yours. when things start to rot, you know i can't help clean up the mess. but i'll hear you, silent or speaking. know that, you.   

sorry, i take that back.

sometimes before you get to the point where you don't care to lose, you lose your mind. you can't stop yourself from hating all the things you see or feel. i am sorry.

i'm a hollow toy soldier. a rotten apple core. a sick and tired lion. a pair of burnt chopsticks. a magician without magic. a breeze that's lost its taste. rain that's lost its scent. wood that's lost its ground. the night without stars. the notes without rhythm. the rhythm without beats. the beats without melodies. the melodies without heart. a spoon bent in the middle. a fork bent at its ends. a knife that is dull. a bowl that is flat.

the more i try, the less i am able to make sense out of it. i'm waiting. but if the boat doesn't come soon, i'll drown.

you get tired of running after what you've always wanted. you begin with a frown that later turns into desperation. you work and waste so much time for nothing.
sometimes i feel it too. but im glad that you're not giving up, and im proud that you're still going strong. though things may not turn out the "good" way, cherish these moments of opportunities before they are gone.