You know I love you, don't you ?

picture credits to : slpdomain.da

I have no idea which one saddens me more. Coming home to an empty house or feeling lonely in a crowded mall.

I barely find myself feeling lonely. Fact. I enjoy taking walks alone. If only the world had no crazy psycho kidnappers/serial killers/thieves, I wouldn't have to come to terms with second thoughts of doing what I love. Like taking a quick walk around the neighbourhood on good mornings, perfect evenings. I personally think malls are the best place to be walking alone in. Probably because observing people is my second best nature.


I used to have a sketchbook, and a pen with me, in my bag. Things change, sometimes my thoughts flow without me having a chance to even grab them and pen them down to be remembered. I look into my bag yesterday while I was walking in Ou, and found a carabiner, and a finger tape.

That put a smile on my face.

Oh how I've changed.

No wonder this space barely gets updates.

On another note, matters concerning the heart are starting to take its toll on me. I pull of a 'Jenny' ( hint : The Click Five ) everytime things starts to kick off into something which is not even funny anymore. I wonder if it has anything to do with being content with things. Grab, go and let go as never my style, but I knew there are always drawbacks to everything. Maybe, just maybe, the 'gift' I was granted came with a price.

It gets harder when I already know my hearts at but am too afraid to know how things will remain pleasant and acceptable.

Pain is inevitable, suffering, is an option.

I don't think I'm afraid of pain, thats one thing I'm accustomed to. Im worried if suffering forces itself into me and decides to sleepover for months like how it did before.

I think I need to lock my door.