If it's love.

I can't do this.

all the lonely people that the world forgot.

After all,
it's only me.


Like how it has always been.


A little small corner of the world.


Mood has been spiking in all the different places.
joy, sadness, anger.... everything.


but mostly sadness,
i think.


but sometimes,
your body can't handle 
all that blue,
and it becomes every other colour.


red, yellow, green.


I go to sleep,
glad,
that at least,
whatever happens,
i'm no longer,
in reality.


I don't even know what I want, anymore.
or even what I need.
I don't even know who I am.
no,
not anymore.


not anymore. 

So get out, get out of my head

What is love?

No one has been able to explain the emotion, not even through the advent of science and logic and all the news about how everything can be explained. The euphoric high, the peak, the down and fall of breaking up. Quite frankly, no one bothered. It made them happy, and that was all that mattered. Then they broke up, got separated, and started blaming love, for deluding them, for blinding their eyes to the imperfections of the other half, and vow never to trust in it again. And then some time later, they fall all the way right back into love.


The cycle never stops.


So... what IS it?
We know it is an emotion, for one.
Just like all emotions, 
it is nothing more than a chemical reaction,
or perhaps a synapse movement
in the brain.


Causing a mixture of feelings to gush out of us.
Think of it as... a huge mixing pot.
Where complex feelings are recipes,
mixed through basic feelings like
sadness of happiness.


you know what?
i have no idea what i am talking about.


I think...
I can't do this anymore.

please come and pick me up,
wherever you are.
please.