What if you intentionally cut your fingers one by one every time you lose sight of your love?
Some people may call it an obsession but you see it as an expression.
Some people see it as weird and freaky but you consider it as a release of overflowing emotions.
Some people feel sad for you but you only show relief and an immeasurable sight of happiness.
Some people express signs of concern but you don’t care.
You never did…
because for only two more fingers away, you’ll be prepared to face the fate eternity.
Away from your love.
Away from people.
Away from this world.
All of this though you see as…
LAME
Some forgotten poems written by my college self
Yakapin 