The joy of being pure to one-self.

So, hi guys.

It's been quite a long time I haven't feasted my eyes on the writings.

If you ask me why I wrote 'the joy of being pure' as the title, the answer is here:

Lately, I've been pondering over how the simplest thing could turn out to be the most perplexing predicament ever. Feelings, the dreaded word. Feelings can be translated into quite many words, and usually depends on the context of the case itself. Nowadays, I admit that it's really hard to think whether the person we have come to talk to is very nice, or they probably have ulterior motives behind it. Not that I feel some sort of ge-er about that one, but... This has got me into daily dose of deep-thinking.

Have you ever had a secret you couldn't tell anyone, one that wasn't yours to share?

I'm in a state of uncertainty right now, and by in a quandary I mean, I've come to realize that letting someone go would be as difficult as you'd imagined possible.
What happened to the good old days we once weave?
What happened to the things we thought we'd never say?
Why should we say goodbye, when there's no longer reason to say hello?
Nobody really knows the accuracy of the answer that people give off.

Who else in this world would've wanted to let go of the person you've always assumed that he's the only one, good reason for you to wake up to?
Who would've thought that things could change the way the time flies, without us realizing that the things we once believed is gonna last, when the fact makes it clear that nothing lasts forever?

Finding the comfort zone you've always needed, is one of the best feelings you'll ever feel. It's neither love, nor affection. It's simply about the measurement of comfort we've always had the urge to gain. Savouring the beautiful smell of red rose, is like letting someone in to your life. Its thorn only displays another hidden meaning. He may be the reason why you smile every each passing day, but you're never going to know when he's gonna hurt you. I'm not saying that having a relationship could turn out to be the way we thought would never happen, basically I'm stating that; either we're gonna feel wounded or not, it's only a matter of time. Yes, I'm just being straightforward.

Tell me how do you feel when right now, you're hanging upon an oak tree, bewildered in the evergreen expanse of the forest, without having people to scream at?

Being broken, is very common. Feeling all nobody-ever-feel-the-way-I-do case, could be a commonplace phrase I have the pleasure of babbling over. Sometimes when we feel like there's no one to hold on to, our state of mind tends to always head for the negatives instead of the opposite; been there, done that. What drives me to the utmost is that, why do I find myself depend my happiness on a guy like you? It makes sense if the reason is "I don't have anyone to handle this with, maybe it's good to have someone to rely on, I feel alone, but hey, a partner to untangle this riddle might be nice, and you were there..."

It's not that I beg for things to always stay the same, it's just that I just feel horrible having a dispersed reality to face upon all over again. Maybe we could give it a try?