How big is the known Universe? No one really knows.
But from time to time, scientists has found theories of how the Universe happened.
Some said that a huge explosion called the Big Bang caused the well-known stars and planets.

Ah, to hell with those scientists, I didn't write this for some astronomy lecture.
But as you might have already known. Well, you should have. All those stars and planets and nebulas, are formed by such small things.
Nearly worthless things.
Imagine millions, billions, trillions, unlimited amount of that magical small particle spread all across a place so enormous, even men cannot measure.

But if you think of it differently...
Then you might be able to see...
                      
To imagine...

Imagine each one of it, all the way down to its molecular level, is actually a piece of me.

A piece, of my love.

And when you're done imagining... Darling, the Universe itself is yours.

If you don't believe me, go and take a look.
The "Universe" always starts with "U".

Everytime, every single time they ask me "why?".
Why dive into the ocean when you know it's too deep?
Why walk the path though you find it too steep?
Why kiss the fire if you knew you'd burn?
Why did you go if you knew you'd return?
Why leave the track and find yourself lost in a circle?
Why did you help them only to feel them trample?
Why trust while you know it tends to rust?
Why do you care while no one does?
Why go to war when you know you'll surely die?

I never knew the answer.
But, there's one thing I know for sure,
This curse of mine has no cure.
I only hope that it is for the better.

"But sometimes, the devil isn't who you portray him to be. Often, he comes at you in the most beautiful way possible: blonde hair, bright gray eyes and a beating heart. He doesn't come with a tail and horns and red, gleaming skin. And that's what's scary, darling. Because he'll be everything you ever wanted."

Have you ever seen
    a paper craving....
             for the ink

The moment it finds
                        a drop
It takes it to
                      the core

Forgets that
                 it was pure
The carved words
                  mean more

And so is the ink's response
Spreads as if has found home

Perfectly what it was
                        seeking for



amazing! isn't it
N so is LOVE

Please.


No.


Why?


Can't.


Remember.


Forget.


­Stay.


Leave.


Forgive!


No.


Sorry.


No.



Go­odbye.


Better.


Okay.


Wait.

The men in her life deserted her
She stay up all night wondering if she deserved it
To them she was just desert
The meal after the good meal

Life was tough cause they all had that special touch
They always made her feel like she was the girl of the house
Without even staying the night
They left with picking fights
She was really was just a mouse trapped in a maze of relationships with no care

No care for who she was
So she grew hate for every man who came
The light at the end of the tunnel always showed Mr Right for the moment
So she grew the hatred for the sweet moments portrayed by the chick-flicks aired at night

Her Knight in shining armor was no more than a character acting in a movie she created with scenes she wished she'd deleted

What you now read is a novel no longer important
Her heart is no longer broken
With the pen in her hand the script is now one which no man should witness