In my quest to find true happiness I often find myself stuck in a moment. Lately, I've been pondering about this misfortune that I've stumbled upon my life as a broken person, I'm not even quite sure if this would make me or break me again. There are a lot of questions hanging around my own personal planet, questions which needs urgent answers. I'm stuck right now in some telepathic movement that rumbles my deepest thoughts, I don't if for which sake I am feeling this or if I am really now feeling this insanity again. Too much has been said and done in our subtle lives, things which creates a cloud of confusion for the many, things of which I am certain to happen to everyone else; things like falling in and falling out...

Walking down the alley of my brilliant emotional pathology I happened to meet someone who discerns my thoughts to be of the exact opposite of my remnants. I know he knows who he is, but what I do not know if he also knows what he is to me already. Time really has something to say about this, its magic always works best for me. It's not so long ago though when we started knowing each other, it's not so long ago that I've included this person in my story, it's not so long ago I say because the days haven't even out numbered my fingers. Yes it's true, it's really not so long ago, as a matter of fact chapter 1 has yet begun. I get thrilled of this introduction of pure malady and malediction, I know deep inside me that this wouldn't work quite well, I have to fight against the eyes of many again, alone or not I know that I should be fighting for it. He has started painting my life already, giving meaning and color to it in any ways possible. I just can't resist. How he takes my breathe away is exceptional!

Living and loving is quite confusing. Are we all living to love or loving to live, which is which actually? In my quest for true happiness I now find myself again stuck in a moment of joy knowing that he is just 'round whenever I need him. Friendship is now just a matter of a relentless threshold of whose meaning I failed to grasp. Bothersome thoughts and cumbersome feelings are exactly what I have right now and if there would be some irrationalities that is clear to me as of the moment, then it would be that of love; and that love is love and it can never be explained...