"Passion Play."

short story:

He said, " stay ...stay the way you are because i'm losing you."
she said, " you are not losing me, i'm chasing after my passion and painting rainbows in the sky."
He said, " i cannot keep up with you, you are way forward. it's tiring. what's left of us?"
She said, " At least there is still US, a little support thrown in would help."
He said, " supportive, i can be but there's a barrier in between. How can i break the shield that you've built?"
She said, " i do not know how but at least you can try."
He said, " i'm done trying. It's not going anywhere."
She said, " There's nothing much i can do then. I'm living for my passion, take it or leave it. I've prepared myself to die alone by the end of the day."
He said, " There's nothing much i can offer as well."

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Passion play.
Stress building.
Expectation rises.
People come and go.
All i need at the end of the day is Sea, Sand and Sun.

good lord, i need a break.
proposal, proposal and more proposal.
Neverending ways to keep things on track and move forward.
not to mention, people can be as tight ass and oblivious to the fact of the word "chance."

passion or fairy tale?
Passion i choosed indeed. no doubt.
i've lost interest in whatsoever, you can't blame me.

trivia:
now i know why girls loves make-up cos i'm turning into one.
scary shit.

lonely in gorgeous,
nana