i'm getting this straight.
when it comes to protocol and formality,
that is so not me! really.
sulking is my only way to express it and you just know it when.
this is where the segmentation of mind starts.

we have this so-called stage of life in every of our 10 years of living.
yeah, as i said, SO-CALLED.
parting minds of mine are like putting me in different parts of the world at a time.
i am trying to think in various ways to complete puzzles given to me.
as you play them, the corner can always be found, but never the inner.
that's how my mind works now.

seriously, i really don't know how to interpret this segmentized thingy in my head
but i am really getting annoyed.
definitely, a yes!
why keep me in order and in line when above you are severely damnified
and all you can do is to keep on obeying the orders
and i stupidly become some rebellious slave towards the higher thick-headed people.

i don't jumble things up in a box but i keep them neat and clean, although the stuffs are simply inexcusable.
and that implies to my very own box of mind that i think i could handle.
i'd say for now.

it's okay if you don't understand a word i'm scribbling here.
didn't mean to put them into words though.

i do not seek for complication, unless it's an obligation.
i make things light, lighter.
i wish the world was round, and rounder.
the problem is small and i want to make it smaller.
the thing was simple and i want it simpler.
familiar with these?

on a lighter note, keeping yourself in a hideout can still keep me notice your presence.
just be careful to not let me burst into flames, yeah?



p.s: there's never an answer for isolation.