Hear
See
Smell
Taste
Feel

And realize that you're in the world of people who has these.

I threw my heart like a rock
I threw it towards the sea of love
But then it skips, like a skipping rock
And I thought I would never love

But it sinks in the middle of the sea
It sinks like the skipping rock
And which I have never foresee
That I would fall in love; like the skipping rock

But then, I realize, my heart have sank too deep
That no one could ever keep
I was meant to be like one of those precious stones
But now, I am all alone.

we write when we're at our weakest
we write when we've been cut open
we write when we're bleeding
we write when we're dying inside

Not all those who write are sad,
but all sad people write.

I don’t really know what to say in this empty document but my soul tells me to do so. I have nothing to say, really. So, maybe, I’ll just start with anything:

I met this girl, I think she’s beautiful—or maybe just her face. I don’t really recognize her way because I don’t really want to observe or analyze her movements. I don’t know. I always see her. Almost everyday. But I don’t think I really like her. And because, in the first place, I don’t really want to talk about it. She’s about the same to all the girls that I saw before. She’s nothing new. Just like how people discover something; she’s not really new, I just discovered her. She’s a human being just like me—nothing special. I think, I always meet people on the way… but… do I really need to consider them as NEW PEOPLE or WHAT? I don’t think so. It’s hard to tell which is new and which is not. We might consider something to be new but in the first place, those things only come from other things too. Maybe the only new things that can be considered are our ideas, thoughts, and how we think everyday.

Death screams for life;
Life screams for death.
They don't simply whisper or ask for it politely.
They're both desperate; obssess.
They want it, NEED IT, and screaming for it.
And once they have what they wanted, there will be no more but nothing.

Look! I see nothing;
A foolish man, I remarked.
A fool, that was I.