BRICK

It has been a whirlpool of emotion and I sincerely thank every one of you who has been keeping me in check to make sure I am alright. I am still scornful about things but just don’t have the bloody pluck to end anything. How much, I wonder, will be enough to heave me all out of love.

David Hockney @ the exhibition

Yesterday I went to National Gallery to see this beautiful exhibition revolving theme of Love. An installation by Yoko Ono called Secret Piece III made me tear. There are so much love you can read, all real affection from real people, in all languages, from all aspects. I left a note there.

You guys have no idea how much it touched me when you agree to pull money for my air ticket home. I think the only solace from this incident is to realize how blissful am I to have good friends like you around. I love you all. Yes i do. Love, something that everybody has but always take for granted isnt it?

Frankly I am timid with what to do next, that’s what constancy do to you. After a period of indulging in self fabricated fairy tale, you deprive of the ability to think for your own good, continuously root your decision on two minds. Love you say. Yes it still exists but it can just jolly well be the permission to the next perfidy. I am weak, that’s why I deserved to be taken on a ride again and again.

Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No.