when someone make a distance from me, i know that’s “the selection”

when someone dissapeared from my life, i feel the joy of pain.

when i put too much feeling and i didn’t receive the same shit, i called it honest.

when i hated by some people cause of some nonsense reasons, i let them enjoy it.

when i hate some people because of concrete reasons, that’s the truth.

we live to die, but i’ll always keep my imagination, faith, and destination, so i could die in peace.