I know that he's happy wherever he's. He's lucky that he still have someone writing about him lol! I have promised myself not to do this but I realized that we never stop loving people. So I guess writing seldom how I feel won’t hurt. Many things have changed since we parted ways. Months after we cut our connection, I felt abandoned. So from then, I am not echoing my ache to people anymore. I found some of them unreliable. There are little things that I’ve been hiding to myself though I talk about him. And as I conceal them, they are outgrowing me already. And I have to check myself everyday if these flaws slip from my clothes.
     Time has passed and I feel like everything was just coined in a blink of an eye. The radiance he gave was still haunting. I probably need a closure to answer these things I’ve been asking myself for so long. I still wish him all the happiness in the world for him to deserve them. And if God permits, I hope he’d conspire all the roads for our paths to meet. I will be happy seeing him but I don’t know if I’m ready yet. One thing is for sure though — I won’t break my promise. I would still accompany him when we meet.

Liking all the latest pics
From the keyboard of my device
Posting all the time
Push a button to make a dime
Gathering members from afar
I'm a star

Why did he have to reinvent the book
By typing right here, everything you need
He plugged us in, created social network for greed
The info guru of the whole **** world
That's why he had to reinvent the book

We feel your caution behind the firewall
Finding an app to help us all
It's paradise when your video goes viral
Accepting new friends you've never met
Want to make a bet?

Why did he have to reinvent the book
By typing right here, everything you need
He plugged us in, created social network for greed
The info guru of the whole **** world
That's why he had to reinvent the book

Making it feel more like a celebration
Spreading the likes and dislikes
To a whole new generation
More like New World Order of sanitisation

That's why he had to
That's why he had to
That's why he had to, reinvent the book.

The love we shared
With each other
Has gone to hell
And back
Now our love
Forms the stars
Of the Dippers

It three
Triangles
I see the
Great dipper
In the day time
Is this some rare aroura
Or my imagination
Seeing the Dipper
At high noon.

the stone rock statue
is larger than me
but not all

i admire the tall and big
a power of flesh
they will save our lives

i eat their food
warmed by the fire
i slowly think

weak and small no woman
wants to be my mate
and i do not care

we are here, i think, somewhere
and i speak carefully
their anger forms if i speak to much

i am warm and thinking
thanks to big and tall
i try to help us all

When I sit on
the front deck of my
Housr
One September evening
I see
Seven moths
Fly up and form
What looked like
The Big dipper
Amazing.