i look around.. there's no one there.. myself and i.. sharing a chair.. inhaling life.. exhaling air.. flesh vs. spirit.. who can compare.. one that is common.. and one so rare.. so basically simple.. but yet unfair.. i propose to write.. on a page so white.. myself in rage.. mad but polite.. denies me this.. but it's alright.. i'm used to that.. to sit and chat.. me and myself.. mortal combat.. i start with a word.. that ain't too long.. it's just 1 letter.. but yet so strong.. i start with 'i'.. it sounds so dry.. myself takes over.. with no reply.. i just go on.. wondering who won.. not knowing that.. myself has gone.. so far away.. with no delay.. to be with her.. to play.. to stay.. to pray.. to sway.. that's how it is... every single day.. a pure transfer.. my soul with her.. who can compare..
i stay as 'i'.. 1 word.. 1 letter.. 1 sigh..
