And they told us that we weren't meant for each other. But our hearts knew better than that.

And they told us that my arms weren't meant to hold a body like yours. But god, the warmth made me think otherwise.

And they told you that I would leave you.

And they told me that you would break me.


But who cares. The words they uttered no longer matter.


Because whether broken or a part, we were brilliant. And I will never forget you.






Even though I've never met you.

I can feel it--that feeling of sinking, of slipping. You try so hard to avoid it, but at the same time there comes a kind of comforting sensation. I guess that's what happens when you spend most of your time down in the dumps.

But this time it caught me surprise, and I don't know the cause of it. There are so many things I want to change about myself, and I don't know where to start. When I think I'm doing fine, my weaknesses get the better of me, and I get back at square one. The disappointments start to weigh much more than they used to, and as a consequence the measure of self-worth decreases.


The source of all of this, it's been something that I've been fighting for a long time.


I don't know if I can keep fighting it any more.

You can see them. You know you do.

But chances are that, for your convenience, you choose not to.

But no matter where you go. No matter how much you ignore it.


Someone's heart is always breaking.





Right in front of you.

Says the label located behind my neck.



I've worked so hard to gain a sense of pride with the inconveniences provided warmly, and lovingly by human emotion. And yet. When something occurs, when something knocks me off my balance, I take it for granted. Sometimes it just get's overloaded, and I don't know what to do--what to tell you.


I am the Earth and you are my axis. You divide me. You distinguish my parts and what they represent as a coherent whole, keeping everything in line as the jealous sun can do nothing but fuel our connection with it's rays.

The heat.

The touch.

That feeling I get when you unexpectedly brush up against me, and from the point of contact outwards, you spread like wildfire throughout my entire body, going so far as to shorten the already minute gap between cells-- making them feel sensuality, even love.

But when all of it goes.

When everything is discovered to be nothing more than an inevitable let down, it happens:

The shortening of breath,
the wildfire on your body, but this time with an uncomfortable sensation concentrated at your chest,
loss of balance off the axis,


the emotions turn against you, and the feelings you valued become dreaded.


Is it worth the time? It is worth the effort?

I say yes.

Or rather, it's more like I wish I didn't have to say yes at all.




Faulty manufacturing.