The Saltwater Room
There goes a Greek mythology
that humans were originally created with
four arms, four legs and a head with two faces.
Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two seperate beings,
condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.
Personally, I find Plato a gigantic jerk for saying sth so irresistibly desirable
yet hanging us wonder and uncertain about ourselves
especially at night time.
A piece of you spiral into setimental breakdown.
What seems so clear and rational in the daytime suddenly bursts into ambiguity and distance.
Now truly the best thing to do is to throw away your phone and get some sleep
before you do sth undoubtedly stupid that you regret the minute it is done.
So are you pretentious Eric,
it is pathetic for me to take advice from you.
Truth is never easily spoken or told
It is not pretty and gonna hurt as it matters.
And the reason I dread going back to our city
is my unwillingness to admit what we used to have we don't have it any more.
We meet various people on the jouney of great perhaps.
The idea is sad that we are only passengers to each other
and most of the time we don't even have a decent farewell.
In the end, we each is a small island floating on the vast ocean.