s o u l - l e s s

my mind.
my heart.
my soul.
is somewhere in the Antarctic.(maybe)
stranded in the other side of the world.
where no human can go.
no creature to survive.


that is how myself now.
i don't know what.
i don't know why.
i don't know when.
i don't know where.
i don't know how.


SO,


i think i'm a pschycoholic.


BUT,


i'm not sure whether i do really think while thinking of that.
i'm not sure whether the words i'm using is the right words.


AND


i'm not sure whether i care about all that crap.


THEREFORE,


please don't bother about me talking trash..thank you