this love

say, ill still be myself in this pursue of life.

this me will still remain the same, right?

i do hate the part that i am sentimental, yeah i do hate it.

the part in doing shit that you love, not for the money.

true enough, you need money to live.

but surely, you dont need tonnes of it to be alive and finding happiness.

and yes, i believed in that.

im not sure if all these will evolve slowly down the road in front,

i wouldnt want to.

we, after all, really only live once on this soil.

Don't you get it?

you wouldnt know this,

and that, makes me ponder extra hard before getting into any thing serious.

i could chase, keep on chasing

but when she stopped and turned,

or when the time is riped,

i will take a step back.

i didnt think about it, not even now

we shouldnt restrict ourselves with an answer,

because nothing is ever that predictable.

oh man,

i should go back being playful.

if my words are what i am,

you should probably take a look inside.