we call it life

hi.

it's been one month and plus
things around me sounds so good
yet
not so


I can't just tell people
no I'm not good
please check on me
no I can't



but thing's not going right
perhaps
it's just a period of time


maybe it's always just me
who overthink way too much



people come people go
you won't believe how fragile
a relationship can be


you spent a few weeks
knowing someone
getting close with them
and boooo!
they're gone now



things you try to work it out
it doesn't work
instead
it goes to way you don't want it to go


things you try to fix
it seems perfect now
but deep down you know
it never


things you try to let go
somehow it'll find its way back
to you
to fuck you up
you have no solution for it


however
you can still spot some
good little things
and you hold onto it
and you keep them in your
secret pocket
and you cry over the night
at least you have them

you feel so motivated


then you start trying so hard
to put things together
here a devil comes



"I won't let you"

they call it life.

Chiashin.

let's just be friends

hi.

"let's just be friends"
he said.



everything was so fine
it was a beautiful dream
amazingly gorgeous
it was a dream


I believe
that something is always better
to be left unspoken


I wasn't expecting anything
lies


I am not feeling anything
lies


it was just me all the time
"fair enough"
well said the british


no worries
I'll be fine, soon.





bang.
let's just be friends


bang.


bang.




reactivating joyful memories
or bury you deep inside
you still own a place


in me.

a tiny part of me died

Chiashin.

He kissed her

hi.

He kissed her first.
He moved a little from his car seat,
her heart beat was fast and hard like the wind storm,
he kissed her.


It was how they get started,
building a relationship.


Life is already difficult and depressing,
somehow they decided to add one more unit to it,
to suffer.
Yet,
to be loved.


He could be the most stupid guy to her.
He could simply make her sleeps in wet pillow.
He could've done everything to press her,
to the corner of hell.
He could've turn her into a lady,
with the darkest soul.

But love.


She was never a considering girl to him.
She was always jealous of someone.
She could smile her widest smile,
and turn into an evil the next second.
She could've make him a psycho,
without any action.

But love.



They enjoy the highest part of the roller coaster,
scream at the top of their lungs when it goes down.


They kiss the most passionate kiss,
weep the most grieved tears.

They love the most,

they hate the most.

It has been one year,

of their journey to the future.

Happy one year anniversary,

my love, H E.

Chiashin.