I feel nothing
I'm sitting in this **** chair
Feeling questioned by a bunch of eyes and and a plate
The answers are always the same:
Nothing New, Nothing Yet. I Don't Know
Im starting to sense that I'm tired again
Of being more shallow than this stupid plate
Full of flowers and colors and food
Can you imagine how it feels
When you see a plate more alive and fuller than you?
A plate has my whole life in a crisis
It made me realize how insipid I am
I wish I could break the plate
But then what?
The answers are always the same:
Nothing New, Nothing Yet. I Don't Know
Another broken thing in the house?
I don't want to
I chose to rise, to take the plate with me
And hang it on my wall
If it can inspire me to break
Would I feel again?
Could it make me create?
Could it make me alive?
The answers are always the same:
Nothing New, Nothing Yet. I Don't Know

Self-Ignition mechanism:

Someone said that the love is the result of misunderstanding,
Once you understand the other person absolutely and that's where the love ends.
I don't know if it is true,but..

What was once thought beautiful and graceful slowly seems to unveil its other face...
I wouldn't dare to call the other side as unkind or uncaring....If the love is too much to ask for in this life then I don't think it is worthwhile to living on this planet:
Unless I discover the true love is within me,emerges from within me ,
and I am the source of all my emotions,
And I just don't want the other person to ignite it...
If I spread my love to every life on this planet then every life on this planet would reciprocate it and this is supposed to be with humans either...L

I am not yours to fix.
As broken as I am.
As tired as I may be.
As many flaws as I have.

I'm not yours to fix.

My flaws make me who I am.
Without them, I'd just be a mannequin.
Mannequins are pretty.
I'm real.

And I'm not yours to fix.