b.i.g._d.a.y._f.o.r._t.h.e._l.i.t.t.l.e._g.u.y.
It takes a second elapsed the day and a second due the night, to alter a person, in perception,, in maturity, in relation to who to be. Stoned… was what I felt for that 24 hours - an unconscious day to spend, or to be spent, or more like wasted.
Why attraction has to be like a piece of meat to be hunted, devoured, and then what left is bones and what-not. Why can’t it be as simple as searching for a fragrance, something that stays, and be reminded of its exquisiteness whenever possible?
(a gift from a close friend, thanks for the scent and sense…)
I am older, compared to yesterday. Yet why do I feel none the wiser. I felt as if I am a fruit with only its peel to hang onto, nothing but the hundred seeds within, without its flesh. I felt empty, for the first time ever. Even without many things in life, I never once did felt that way before. Is it has something to do with aging? Or is it just me waking up from naivety.
Left hand: bare
Right hand: zilch
If only like atomic theory of negative and negative derive the sign for positive. Indeed, if only…
