you gotto throw away the o' worn-out tooth brush spontaneously,

or not, you'll be using the same old tooth brush, day after day.

it is inefficient to brush your teeth with a blunt tooth brush.

there is an old chinese saying,

'if the old do not go, how can the new one come?'

without love, a person degenerates.

too much love can cause anxiety.

too much sleep can cause depression.

i can come back.

i can.

i know i can.

i must know; i can.

what do i expect of anything from anyone,

when i'm already;

all at fault?

i'm all of nothing,

a life i cannot sustain.

how should i give,

when i don't even have?

i read. and read. and read.

gaining, achiving, and growing.

finding rhythms in words.

getting that beat right,

into you,

through you,

within you.

am i a writer,

or a bullshiter?

smiles.

well-maybe, i am just a bad storyteller,

or a modern-talent artistry person that can
ellaborate things in seasors?

than just maybe, i am a use to the world.

i want to be in the scapes of these
wonderful patterns,

that i am changing
into something of misses.

i am a 'missed'.

i miss things.

i bypass/miss things.

i gain friendships.

i gain everything,

but never love.

why?

that is the question
of every lonely person in this world.

we all feel lonely as we aged.

as we all grow old and die.

just like every song ever sang in this life.

i sometimes think, they are just songs.

songs of non-indication of death,
are just songs to every other
paranoia being in this life.

all animals live in paranoia.