stones taught me to fly

It's a curse.

It's times like this I wish I can talk to someone who truly understands.

Although I know it's probably due to human nature, I still find it weird how simple a mistake can condemn the totality of an entity and somehow reduce the lustre to a spectre of itself. It's like how people would most probably notice an ugly stain on a picturesque painting before realising how beautiful the painting on landscape actually is. Seems like nothing's ever good enough.

Perhaps it is how our brains work. Perhaps we are so conditioned to perfection that imperfection triggers off warning alarms that make us focus our attention onto it. Perhaps.

A smile can mean many things. How you smile and the thing that makes you smile make up the difference. You can smile to express your happiness. Or you can also smile in an awkward situation to diffuse the tension. Or you can even smile so you won't worry others about what is actually happening behind that smile.

And I don't understand why people find it so interesting or fun to be scandalized. Sure, dropping a few seemingly-innocuous and subtle hints about possible relationships and stuff might bring some amusement to everyone. But just as how a string that is pulled too tightly gets snapped and how a spring that is wounded too tightly will be broken, everything has a limit.

sigh, it's no use writing it down.

I'm just sad that I didn't enjoy the whole thing as much as I had been expecting myself to.

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball