Do we tend to aim for something unreachable?

Do we keep increasing our set or level of expectation?

Do we find satisfaction when we have a fling with what we long for?

Do we dare trying?



If only I knew what it’s like to be for once.

If only I could scratch my existence to make it unknown and unidentifiable.

If only I would bring this whole comfortability up one more step to a state of fixture.

If only I blew it up, and run away from reality!



You are there to give a thrill for that chilly day. I won’t be.