Why do they call it the Department of Interior when they are in charge of everything outdoors?

If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?

Why is it, when a door is open it's ajar, but when a jar is open, it's not a door?

If all those psychics know the winning lottery numbers, why are they all still working?

Isn't the best way to save face to keep the lower part shut?

How come Superman could stop bullets with his chest, but always ducked when someone threw a gun at him?

If "con" is the opposite of "pro," then what is the opposite of progress?

Why is it lemon juice contains mostly artificial ingredients, but dishwashing liquid contains real lemons?

Why do we wash bath towels? Aren't we clean when we use them?

Why do we put suits in a garment bag and put garments in a suitcase?

Step into my world/ Come into my dreams

I came round to get hold of my consciousness as I had to note this down somewhere before it was to be put out of my mind. After so long of not meeting or being in touch, you appeared in my imaginings...

We were in this house, walking hand in hand, planning to get away from the minority until we settled into a room fully lit and decided to sit in a corner. I switched off the lights till it was pitch black but we could still see each other. This was to not seek attention of other people into the room. You looked at me and giggled, like how you always do, showing me what a good idea it was to do that. We lit a stick each and you placed in the picture of how I was a long time ago and that I have changed now... You told me you'd never leave me again and how we'd soon be after. The little things and just the way you are, the way you stare at me and your grip of my hand and your embrace of my face. You make me shiver.

Is this a signal? After months of not talking to you, though I think of you everyday and now there you are appearing in my dreams. Come here now.

You might not even know me.

I don't want to, but those words coming out of their filthy mouths just disgusts me. You do not talk about one, whose different from you .. that way. That's disrespect woman. Think. Once, you showed the world how you were friends with her. It's no use being all good in front of them, then changing in so many ways when you're out with the rest. I don't get you, I should have known though.. that you roll this way. What a mistake to apologize and convey my misses to you long ago, I would have to say that I fucking regret. But oh well, now that the damage is done.. I shall just slowly pull my way out of your life. Out of their lives, and perhaps I might meet one other person out of the whole bunch, just cos I feel she's different. But doubtful I am after yesterday, that we still are what we used to be. I guess we're in just in totally opposite worlds right now that it's so fucking hard to simply spark a simple conversation without feeling weird. You don't know what has been happening in my life, and I am totally aware of what you have been doing .. and that is disturbing knowing that it is on the other end of the line from where I am right now. All of the rest of you are stupid silly, yes show everyone how nice sweet little virgins you all are.. but bitch about everyone like that.. judge you will, talk about everyone's negativities, that ain't nice. I hope you might all someday know how foolish all of you look.

TUM.

In the dark I could reach out for you, as I have memorized the feel of your skin. I know how you are when you're away.. I know how we could be someday.

I love you. I really do.

Ain't it hilarious.

It's funny how things take you for a 360 degrees turn , it's so fast... you can't seem to even see how it has moved, since you last blinked. It's just a joke to know how stupid things were, yet I took it so seriously. Unknowingly, you didn't feel the same, you didn't see how I took things so hard that I constantly thought of you in my future... How I thought it would last us a lifetime, I was naive. I was unaware of how you were unsure, how certain I was.. I couldn't seem to remind myself about your viewpoint. I took it wrongly. I thought you knew I had feelings for you, for us. Like balloons, let go so fast from my grip , let out and vooooom-ed into the sky, up so high. But nope, it was different. You weren't there, in one of those many balloons, you weren't present. You were missing, you were hanging somewhere else, waiting. Just waiting for me to reach that high until you'd poke me with a needle, I didn't know how sharp it'd be, I was ignorant of how things would become. I was a fuckhead. Thank you very much for doing this to me ... and my balloon of course. I appreciate your needle.