But Unfortunately Now It Is

I am going to be patient and try hard to solve any problem as long as the problem is not within me.



The tenderness of my melancholia, gently brushes my tangled hair as I am staring blankly at my life, which has been inconceivably perfect with its beautiful, beautiful drawbacks. With such peace I could, perhaps, enjoy the little stings of my incomprehensible attraction for the comfort they bring.

I do and do not want all the things I could get my hands on. And I want to be forgiven for all the subtle smiles and the teary-eyed seconds that I could never get enough of.