what is this have become of me? i shed tears watching sister act 2. such centiment, have i turned human afterall? i think of him in such great adversity, yet i dare myself not to feel. for the feelings have grown unquestionably. just as now, where it is him, whom i am wish to be spending my time with. thus, what is such wish in comparison to the crumble of a hope? the same hope which happened to grew and in my very consent nurtured within me to grow. and now, i am facing my very own consequence in finding the courage to destroy such hopeful gift. so time has surpassed me in its blank manner. i believe i have reached climax where options is no longer mine to feel. please humble my apologies for the acute turbulance i am placing the mind through, by tasting its own limitations. i am bound to treat this gently, nurture the self back to its original form. in the immensity of aloneness.