Your hand in mine. You can’t relate to me. You can’t say those things. I’m the one who over-romanticizes and I’m the reason why I like you. No other reason. There is no fate. We do not connect on a strange telepathic plane. There is no compatibility of the zodiac signs. I said that I believed that because I wanted to see what you would say. Okay, maybe I kind of believe it. But it doesn’t mean anything to me other than on an individual level. I freaked out because while lying behind me, you held my hand with fingers locked. And maybe to you it means nothing. But to me, it meant that you’re fucking insane with your actions and your thoughts.



I would like to grasp why it is that falling in love and reaching out to know, make me feel genuinely alive.

I know in terms of proximity, there is the grandeur of fulfilling desires. However, in distance, I know any type of union would be self-annihilating.

This position is not easy to practice, but knowing this, I suppose, is what brings solidarity.

nuff said.