People say things to invoke, some to encourage, whilst others do to strike up some endless banter. Invoking comments are somewhat constructed in that fashion that leaves one to ponder and question. Encouraging ones, when taken positively could motivate, and demoralise when taken negatively. Endless banters add colour to our lives, making us more conscious of our surroundings and ourselves.

The opaque is gaining clarity, and the grey is toning its white once again.

The physics of fucking

Something in life people'd engage themselves in, so oftenly overlooked. Who'd have thought the act of love making is governed by the many laws of Physics. Torque, couple, collision, heat capacity, simple harmonic motion, gravitation, and eeons of them.

The bangs, bongs, heat and friction. The different styles with the element of strain. The ooze and booze and the speed of sound. The list ain't exhaustive.

Newton, Dalton, Rutherford- the fathers of love making.

The world embraces you.

You and Me, three feets apart.

Those times when a month felt like a day, and a day felt like seconds. It was way too much that we've done, to what could have been done.

The arcade floors, the flip flops swap, the scoop accompanied with a full bag of you know what. The stripped green cloth with that backseat tingle.

You know what in my stomach, flip flops swapped yet again. Floooded floors. Stripes that turned monotonous.

No, it's just a remedy.

Love and hatred have always been a lethal combination.

So you may have thought your actions helped the person, instead it held him to great grievances, where he struggled so hard to find solace- but to no avail. You may have been mad, but you drove him insane. You selfishly took away his freedom, proclaimed trust, whatnots. And you killed his life. He was driven, having nowhere to run, cornered and brutally stripped.

Yet he wondered if you'd have the slightest idea what he had gone and is going through.

Yes, he hates you, terribly too much in that ironic fashion lest slapped with guilt (he wished it existed). It's now innate. For, you left him with little alternative (he'd claim of non existance). Facing discrimination from deep within with an altitude of attitude, naked- he walks back to the world, clading himself with dressings of an ousted soul.

That is for so much you have done.

I guess by this age, we all been through much in life. Not all we've been through, but maybe that very uncertain part of your life before one step into the mudane repetitive life. However interesting, the process of self discovery nonetheless satisfying. It feels yet so good to find yourself and what accompanies, the things that shaped and made you for who you really are.

It'd get better in time, definitely.

A matter of perspective, in retrospect- which I see no boundaries