what the fluke?!

one,
two.. well,
too many times questioned:

is it true, there are some certain level in life whereby most faces just look like them faces?

or have i just gotten literally 'older'..
by boxing certain profiles, shapes and silhouettes into some certain categories;

does it make the world into a safer place, for myself?

whilst opening a slight window for benefit of the doubts, makes all these prejudgemental categoricals alright?

have all these subconscious reflect exercises makes me wiser or just simply prejudice?

has my dependencies to the desire to feel "safe".. has really gotten the better out of me?


id say "yes"..
yes to all questions.
yes to all the pro's and conns.

id say yes for
im getting a bit too old to worry so much too much about i,
and how to please too many people.

id say yes for i have been
seeing more and more of those much worse annoying than i,
with the worst ones usually are more and more similar to myself.

but i love them all
cuz i choose to love life
and it starts by loving your own self..


hopefully this way i can just let myself free


strange but true:
i met someone whose aura is as thick as my brother
whose brother looks too alike to my other brother
he, whom read me something my bestfriend 'so sacredly' did
while we tend to find ourselves in all the unnecessary cultural shock arguments..
where all the built up tension just crumble away in every first verbal "hello.."

im only human to wonder
if a walk along the southbank will be a blessing or war..
or
if all the bizzare commotion between us can do each of us
more good than bad in the time to come
or
how our next "hello" is going to be..

i've become an addict of this random joy, yet still too afraid to fall