lalala~

有没有一把剑 可以真斩了藕断丝连

有没有一条线 能缝扯散了缘

Idyllic Life

I don't like TWE messing up the house and dirtying my computor.

I don't like the pimple on my nose.

I don't like queueing for KOI bubbletea.

I don't like that it is not very dainty.

I don't like that it went away.

Yet I feel somewhat happy.

If a smile is happiness in a split second.

I have had some minutes of it =)~

Maybe it's just the feel of the quality fabric against my skin, though it's a little too fitting.

It's the little blue elephant stuck faithfully on my fisherman's jeans.

It's the cool weather.

I am pretty sorta happy=)

LOL seriously.Squeeze it and you realize -Where was the essence?

What had I felt anyway. 'Anyway' is such a word of inertia it should be banned. It smacks of uncertainty, of hindsight or lack thereof that came too late. Of a laid-back nonchalance-the default emotion to take on when you feel nothing. Or perhaps helpless? To feel nothing is sometimes because you don't know what to feel and you somehow desperately want to feel something. To feel something that will validate it. Yet nothing can validate it. So superficial and transient.

I would like to feel otherwise. I would like to feel a deep ache and longing worthy of being described as 'like hell' too.Would I ever? And would I ever be the subject of such desirably painfully sweet 'like hell' longings too?

I wonder and I smirk.

Today
As I was putting clothes brought back from hall into my wardrobe, I found a single strand of hair.
Innocuous.
On a piece of my garment.
In an all too familiar shade of golden brown. Black roots showing.
3 weeks ago, he had returned with another hair colour. And it was then I knew him no longer.
I picked up the hair, held it up against my white tee to ascertain the colour, the texture.
Then I throw it out the window.

I wonder at the significance. The last physical remnant of something once so dear.