Im living in the dark, outside its so sunny. was picking your brains, why you picked me apart?. you drew me in and then you left me alone. and then we started speaking in monosyllables
You are a beautiful girl but, not the most beautiful in the world and, certainly, not the most beautiful I've set my eyes upon. You are not the center of my world; You, hardly, are with the capacity to hold when my elements fall apart. And, in all honesty, my anarchist mind is wilderness for a queen. So, do I really think of you with every clock-ticking?
Am I wired differently? The affirmation of that would sound like a broken record. Everyone claims so about themselves. We have been led to believe the lie that our uniqueness is. We are one and the same - neurotic machines of flesh and blood.
Contentment is an island of ‘satisfiables’ in a sea of endless desires. It guarantees peace of mind. It could be one of those factors that must be present for one to be even considered on his way to true happiness. Moderating one’s desires and aspirations to guarantee inner peace is contentment; Something that is far away from the concept that is True Happiness. For happiness to be true, it must be absolute.
I find god in your breathing; I am god in her environs.