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i thought i knew me the best,
simply because, i was me.
and me being me,
would not still be hanging on,

losing grip.


and my thoughts being, well, mine,
wouldn't keep having you popping up in them like,
every hour or so..



so i have concluded that i don't know me,
and this me that is me now,
is not me. it is infact a stranger,
like many others WHO ARE NOT AT ALL LIKE ME,
cuz the "me" inside me, is smittened with you.

there i said it.



oh damn.
damn damn damn.
damn you bel,
damn you bel.



i mean, the unknown bel inside me now.

bel is not bel at all, at the moment.






hold your head high, heavy heart