Questions.

sometimes, i don't like asking questions/or being asked questions, because i feel that people would naturally tell you what they'd want/feel like telling you when the opportune moment comes; that these things shouldn't be forced. But then, i realised, like the case with Nono, i remember one random conversation we had about this; some people don't tell, unless they're asked.

I hate the guilty/ambivalent feeling of being sprung a question out of the blue, and giving a half-hearted/random/non-serious answer because i'm startled or caught off-guard or if i don't have the answer to the question at all. It's just a sick feeling...

i particularly dislike being asked questions for which i have no answer/don't know the answer to, because then i would ponder over it and the doubt would consume me for quite some time, and it would just irk me to no end, since thinking about it wouldn't result in a definite correct answer.

it's just stupid,

everything is good and/if simple.

something is something,

nothing is nothing.

that is all.
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Sometimes I feel that we (myself most certainly included) are truly moved by our sensory perceptions-

And some more strongly than others.

If I don’t see a person, for a long enough time, I would find myself starting to forget what his/her nose looks like, what his/her laughter sounds like, what it felt like to stand next to him/her. The memories of our time spent together, the things we shared in common, the differences we tolerated, perhaps i would even slowly forget. But a cake, a chocolate fudge cake- I would never forget the look/taste of it; i could think about it all the time, vividly, strongly, uncontrollably, and I could visualize it clearly in my mind- fudge, thick, and dark, and moist; the ice cream, sweet, and soft, and goey, and the cake part, simple, but divine.

It’s a little off to compare a cake and a person,

But I would crave a cake so badly in no way I would crave a person.

Well, maybe just not yet.

(who knows?)