I've used too many wordplays
Now i think "disposability"
Is a kind of special ability

There's a part of me that want to say,
"I miss you so **** bad."
But i know, when we're apart
There's a part of my day that was missing.
I already missed a lot of things throughout my life
So, i get used to these types of feeling.
Thus, a part of me knew that we're already apart
A part of me knew that we're no longer "us"
Although, we agreed on something
That there's a part of sparks we have to extinguish
A part of feelings we have to suppress
And yet we knew, it's not that easy
Well, i don't know, at least for me
A part of me think that you've done it well.
A part of me know that i don't.
A part of me know that even if we starts
It will end anyhow.
Even if i no longer think everything matters,
A part of me think there's a part of you that matters
A part of me wish we're not apart.

Regret? Why should i?
There's nothing to regret. Everything happens for a reason.

In physics every particle in motion follows a single principle.
That principle states that a trajectory of a motion only happens in the minimum action possible.
That explains why apple falls in a straight lines, while lightning bolt moves in a zig-zag. Some might said it was meant to be. I said, it's the least action principle.

We are particles in motions. Our conscience appears because of that principle.
Brain communicates using an electric charge carried by a particle called electron. And guess what? Electrons are particles.

We are just bunch of moving particles. Following a principle called the least action principle.
We are particles in motions. We always move with the minimum action possible.
Whether we liked it
or not.

So, indeed it is. Everything is indeed happen for a reason. To spend the minimum action.
That's why we're in love. Because at that moment that's the least action possible.
That's why we're left alone. Because that's the least action possible.
That's why we fall. Because that's the least action possible.
That's why we're trying to get back up. Because that's the least action possible.
That's why we gave up. Because that's the least action possible.
That's why,
we are the way we are.

So why should we regret? We spend the least action possible.
Unless, the least action possible is by regretting.
Unless, the least action possible is to stop moving.

I dreamt about you last night
Well, not about you technically.
It's about my life
Without you in it.
My life
With zero sign of your existence

It felt real,
Every inch square of your skin
                                I didn't touch
Each expression in your face
                                 I didn't see
Every moment in time that
       I didn't spend with you
Each memory
We never made

I had a dream last night
A glimpse of life without you in it
                         And
As i woke up
I realized,
It was just called yesterday
And today, i have to experience it
Again
And again
                        Everyday

Oh no no no,
Don't get me wrong
I don't love you,
and never will.

If that's what it takes to be with you
Then, I will never love you
in every way that you would probably love.
in every way possible.

Oh no no no,
I can look you dead in the eye and say that
I don't love you
and never will.

If that's what it takes to look you in the eye
Then, I will never love you
in days and nights
in loneliness or in presence

Oh no no no,
There are no single statement that's true
That I don't love you,
and never will.

If that's what it takes to love you,
If loving you means stop loving you,
If loving you means not loving you they way it supposed to
Then, i don't love you
and never will

There's a strange man staring blankly at me.
With black circles around his eyes,
Pale skin, messy hair, and doesn't look well-groomed.
His skinny body covered in a bad fashion-sense.
He looks daunting.
Nay, he looks into nothing.

There's a strange man staring blankly at me.
An unfamiliar face i never saw before,
Dark brown iris surrounded by stained white around it.
He's just looking at me, i'm not even sure what he wants.
Does he need help?
Does he do that just because?

There's a strange man staring blankly at me.
Cold, like a rifle barrel in a gun point.
Sharp, like a 5.56 millimeter waiting to be fired.
And yet his eyes, doesn't spark anything.
His face is flat and emotionless.
No intention to kills but showing no mercy.

There's a strange man
Lives in my mirror.