[the another final farewell]

i guess for me, everything has been rationalised. and even love has become this ideal state of perfect bliss in equilibrium, with its own set of rules, that i've placed upon it to ensure it always stays pure in my head.

but maybe that isn't the best thing to do. you get caught in weird logical situations. but maybe its just i'm not ready yet. can't just un-rationalise things at whim and fancy.

its hard to say wad's changing, cos everything's changing. the observer isn't really stationary anymore. he too is in a state of change.

it feels like a whirlpool where so many colours are mixing together at the same thing, giving rise to so many other colours that then interact again...

wah. breathtaking.