excerpt...

human passion does not
seek sexual desire alone...
but for other things as well
such as the reason for living...
passion to... in some sick minds,
quench their lust/craving for..
pain, goes for the masochists
violence *for the sadists...
and a lot more than
we ever dreamed of...
some we will never know of...
the mystery of life... is how
extensive every single
human emotion is.

we will never know that our passion
for this certain being.. may ONLY be
existing because... "he or she is what
we WANT ourselves to be"...
but can never be.. and never will be...
we cannot just stick to the words
(ATTRACTION OR WANTING)...
they are what they are... just words.

how to define these certain outbursts
are too much for he human mind to explain,
for who are we but mere humans
that cannot see past our noses?
and we are blinded by this certain captivation
that we sometimes forget our own worth...
idiocy... that's what it is.
i just discovered it a few days ago...
why weep over spilled milk
when you can get something better...
like... beer for instance? :) (kidding!)

i was once so hooked into this certain person
that i thought was a unique individual...
(fine... i know everyone's unique
but you know how you seek a
"certain distinctive character"?)
i thought this was different.. i was wrong

its hard when you get to know the person...
the risk of you falling out is....
as big and endless as the whole universe....

maybe im not making a point here...
well, other people dont understand anyway.
i might as well speak in riddles for they dont listen...

i wish to compose the perfect lullabye
that would lead me to sleep...
that will rest my fierce...
and never Relieved mind and heart

i am not pretending.... or am i?