[言靈] It's often not the things we do that matter, but the things we don't do.

same way the things we don't understand seem to matter more.

there are things I am likely bound to never understand, but I try anyway, and that alone makes me human.

there are pain that we can savour, pain like cauliflower, fiery burn from capsaicin, a lick of fetish whip, and then there is hollowness.

those who seek, will likely encounter what they look for, as for those who have little to look for, should likely be found.

this is a game of hide and seek, I play, but it is not my design.

my cuppa appears inky today, yet tea is the golden liquor I brew. I sit, and watch that silence extrude.

It is the Sunday of April 27, 2014, and I think I am learning something new. so much for teaching a cat new tricks?

now, drop it. cut it off like I always do. that false sense of sanity is bound to haunt me. integrity check.

life only pronounces its relevance to those who experience it first hand, to the rest its more or less a farce.