short note.

Have I ever told why I dislike having myself taken photos of? 
That is because I think no trace of my visual existence deserves to be saved from the corrosion of memories.


Have I ever told why I seem to always let relationships slip away easily? 
That is because I think there is God in a true connection. Since I am relatively speaking an atheist, whatever happened was inevitable. However, in extremely rare cases when I find Her or Him, I don't simply treasure; I worship.


Have I ever told why I write? 
That is because I think I have been lost while roaming on the road, not being granted the power to find my way home. Worse still, I even forget I have a home. To write is to build a sand castle, one to which I will return once in a while to rationalize the continual semblance of being dead.

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