Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.

destroy the middle.

"The day I died was the day I started to live. In my old life, I longed for someone to see what was special in me. You did, and for that, you'll always be in my heart. But what I really needed was for me to see it."


When the line blurs,
vision begins to get foggy.

Stretch the hand out,
squinting hard,
trying to make out the figure ahead,
trying to figure out if it was really there.

When the line blurs,
the mind starts to spin.

Stretch the hand out,
try to grab what's ahead,
when there was nothing to grab
in the first place.


What's that figure there I see?
What am I trying to grasp?

What am I trying to see?
What am I trying to convince myself?


Perhaps it was always the fairytales that amused me the most;
While I convinced myself not to believe in fairytales,
I didn't realise I was just trying to push up the walls higher and higher,
to eradicate any possibility of a fairytale that could possibly happen in reality.

Perhaps it was always the fairytales that intrigued me the most;
For a story without a cliffhanger or a conflict
would be one without enough meaning and one not worth reading,
and I didn't realise how much they could bring out the emotions buried deep down beneath.

I am addicted to fiction,
for some reason I can't explain;
For there is often truth and reality in fiction,
facts that perhaps I have been trying to run away from.

What scares me the most is when I start putting myself in the characters,
and I realise how much alike I am, and how much I fear myself.

I never did once think that I would fear myself;
For the thing I feared most is fear.



it's a waste of time.


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