to be honest, honest to be

the writer's wrote about writing his own unwritten

i sat upon a hill that i can see anything above, nor below. it's a condescending path that i will never even look at it. it's a righteous presence that not every single living thing can sense it, but you could never live without it.

i cry over the distance of a grace shows. it's a cruise. a cruise that swallow. i never go into such places without a deck of card. and i will never leave any of them unprotected, but still after all this time i could live with.

the pressure that draws, the pressure that always hiding in other people's blanket but immediately clings over the open air. make living things more alive, and the dead more dead.

there's a place for people whom hide their own disadvantages, yet another one is preparing for the other one.


i could be anywhere. yet i want this. i prefer dying unpredictably yet constant living.




and here i am.







top notch beaten.