I thought I could hold myself altogether.
Like binding energy.
Don't ask me why it came to my mind, I'm just so bored recently.
Sometimes we wonder into our pasts.
Not all who wonder are lost, I know.
But not all who wonder are not lost either.
Then I guess I lost my way, amidst the walls and the haze, the half forgotten things.
The liability's definitely worse when you assume weak than when you assume strong.
No wonder people say pessimists gain the better good.
I prefer the glass as half-full nonetheless.

No, I don't understand.
I never intended to nor will I ever.
Because you are waterproof and I am water,
or am I blood?
In any case, I flow, on your outline.
Trace your silhouette with a stain, and I fall
onto the pavement, waiting for rain to exhaust my existence.
I have my pride, and it's probably larger than your world.
Then my pride, like me, will vanish with the thunder.

Often I wonder. Is that shadow all you had.
No mind no body no soul no heart.
But you see, I have an inner conflict.
Once I felt your heart.
No, I thought I held your heart.
It's beating and it's warmth.
Perhaps my misapprehension
an oasis in the turmoil.
Or did I unknowingly let it go,
in my darkness, in my take for granted.

Because, those words are so difficult to say.