I wish every day, I could record the random shit I think about. More interesting is the leaping of genres. Now I am thinking of clothes, now I'm thinking of how cotton is made. I wish, like in films, one could get so close to seeing what is being thought of or being imagined. What if I thought of a person, and like in films, I could actually go back and touch that moment when me and that person where in the same space? What if that person who I can never touch in my life again, never listen to the voice of again; for death has done us apart, what if I could go hold his finger? feel the texture of his skin... caress the affection that was undivided? 

I understand that these are desperate times and in desperate times one thinks of the most unattainable of solutions (problems too). I also understand that the day I stop making an effort, the problem shall slyly solve itself. But life's a sadist. You expect her to be ruthless about the amount of botheration any descent change should cause.

Perhaps, it scares me. I am no God, and unfortunately I am human. Being human gives me the capability of joining too many dots. Constellations. Now now now....
what a clutter, isn't it?

I-s-o-l-a-t-i-o-n is not good for me. 
I-s-o-l-a-t-i-o-n...
 i don't want to sit on the lemon tree :|