매일 ( everyday )

by ty

they all say the game begins from the moment we gain consciousness, arms and legs flailing in odd directions mindlessly and never really ends. we all love to play, because those who don’t could never understand the thrill and intricate beauty of riding pillion with one’s emotions at the coldest hours of the night, dealing our sanity over a hand of cards. we’d have to admit that its purely due to the accumulation of emotional chagrin as a result of hectic schedules, cuffed wrists and collared necks – but that’s what we get and we take what we’ve got : defined by negatives and positives super-positioned against a stained wall to form everything we’re not. the piqued man might enjoy admiring the scars left behind by the burn marks of joss sticks in the crowded temple, and the young girl clad in pastel might never stop clutching her wrist during the day. grazed knees, lights shut, numbered breathes – we’re all but humans. just, humans.

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