Something~*

we are not sane all the time. that's why we're alive.

In this world which is ruled by logic, sensibility and sanity,
I seek comfort in occasional insanity and escapades beyond the realm of reason.

Not everything should be judged, criticized and understood.

For at the end of the day, what matters most is having loved, having been loved, having been true to oneself, having enjoyed the journey, having lived.

Long gone are the days of which I am easily satisfied with naive fulfillments, that I must admit.

I'm still pursuing. I'm still after that... something. That something which will feed every single cell within me with contentment.


And you know what?

That something might be the very thing I used to possess, way, way back then.