Its funny how, a sudden bump into an old friend can suddenly
brighten up one's spirit.

To bring sudden remembrance of times past and of the good and fun things
that happened before. Perhaps walking around does help, elevates the
pain of living, to see the world as a moving puzzle, to see it flow by.

Sometimes, i wonder how fragile the human heart is. Yet at times it
gets so hard and even though it thinks inside it's stoney walls that
it has feelings, things never get past that wall.

Only causing the bearer more anguish. Yet at the same time feeling
so fragile...

I've got a friend, who's waiting now.
Waiting for a girl's response to him. Why do girls tend to try to be nice?
To make the guy wait... or leave him hanging.
Then there are those that play around, checking out the field....
Are guys really oppressing the girls as feminists say? Are we really that sexist?
Look at what the world is today... it's a woman's market but a guy's warzone.

Perhaps i'm wrong... but what i see today doesn't say otherwise...