Some reason.

I realised why I like looking at people on Facebook.

When I chance upon a shot of a friend, or even a friend's friend, with their other half, arms around each other, genuine smiles on their faces, it reminds me of the great joys that we feel in love. And despite my naturally agressively jealous nature, I like looking at people in their moment of happiness. It makes me remember.

But I wish it gave me hope.

Break point.

Unbreakable?

Put a glass cup at the centre of a round table, and each day, push it by a centimetre. In any direction, without ever looking at the position of the cup. After some time, on some fateful day, I am certain that the glass will fall off the edge, and it will break. How hard? Only God knows, but maybe it'll still be fixable.

Maybe, it won't. So, I suggest you not to push it.

Long gone.

When inanimate objects speak to me.

Don't tell me to stop, 'cause I won't. Don't tell me that it'll be alright, 'cause I won't believe you. Don't tell me about psychiatrists or shrinks, I don't need that. But tell me about hope, tell me about something beautiful, something real - not like the feeling of love from a one-night stand.

Remind me of fireworks. Remind me of the feeling of being loved by you.