Perhaps, my memories are stored in my hair.

Snipped off my long hair for 6 years yesterday - something i've been thinking about doing for quite some time, but was hesitant when i thought of its nostalgic implications.

"you wanna go for it? so you really wanna go for it? do you need a moment or two to think about it again?"

"ya. no."

"it's like a path of no return."

"ha. hmm."

& so the tresses fell to the floor. i watched them being swept away through a mirror, only to realise that nostalgia is not caused by being sentimental; it's simply stubborn. blindly stubborn.


this is it. loving the new hairstyle now.

And the cold tears just swelled up again.

sometimes, all it takes is just one simple line. you'd be surprised whom it was coming from.




& i can't recall when did my tears turn cold.

after talking to you for so long
seems like all you want is someone to accompany you
and give you a bit of affection
and keep things simple
u hate complicated things

.... distance is the greatest defense, you know?

A bad/good person...

「宁愿爱一点不剩


也不忍看恋人爱成路人




...


是好人... 也是个坏人.」

Maturity is such a ... lonely word.

you've been smiling...you've always been smiling, smiling through heartbreaks & loneliness. is it a conundrum?


i always want to know how it's like to be...unfeeling. is it a state of absolute tranquility? that inner peace which i long yearn to achieve? for all i know, i'm willing to trade all my happiness for that peacefulness. just when i thought that i had found enough proof to shut my heart, the little voice spoke up again.


"may be... it's different... this time."


it was the first time i came to realise that even being a coward needs to have a great deal of courage. & i don't even have that amount of courage to avoid the pain. is it the glorified devilish desire commonly known as... hope?


i need more wisdom. i need a lot more wisdom to fall with dignity... or rather to face it with dignity every time i fall.


you just have to keep smiling, don't you?