My fatalistic point of view is unavoidable
I apologise for having molded that part of me
It was the only way I could had survived
Myself, my very own enemy

Sometimes, I forget
and those days will be fine
And sometimes I remember,
or someone reminds me
and still–those days will be fine too



// A colleague was surprised reading my handwriting. “I have never thought that you have this baseline,” she said–pointing at my sentences that curve down in the middle but go slightly back up in the end. And a few moments of analysing later, in the inside I was like: yeah, that is me, I have forgotten for awhile, but I guess that is true.