True or Agreeably Fake

The sky is seemingly dark and moody all this while since the first episode of our parting. The sun only comes out in the morning, just to be muffled by the windy cloud in the evening consistently everyday without fail. Sometimes I wonder, does everything in life starts with sparks and only to end miserably? I don't know...

What do you think of a friend who speaks his mind without any decoration of thoughts and words that of crooks?

Bluntness is like a carver's knife, it carves but it does not leaves a scar but the perfection of modelling. Unless you could find another element to replace such an essence to friendship's genuineness...

Or you would rather prefer still flowing water which shapes rocks in such gentle friction and at the end of it you feel nothing is confronted. But water does not carve by direction and it may change the rock, taking it out of the proper shape, leaving it run astray... flaunting its bulges wildly.

I would say I really wish you could by any chance see this post of mine. After all the years we've spent, is it worth to take out a friend who's being straight and honest to his feelings? Unless you are honest to yourself that you really wanna take him out of your life. But before you do that, I must say that I am still fighting for the dream we once pledged together, and I truly still remember it... have you?

A carver's knife is sharp by nature but it is blunt at the back, that enables the thumb to control its carvings.  Water is gentle and soothing by nature, but you will never know what lies beneath the deep sea. Let us not start even by the scratch of playing in the pool, flowing in the river, fell asleep in the journey only to be devoured by the vast ocean. Piscine Molitor Patel only kept his little life by the existence of the adult Bengal tiger..

Once again I would like to ask you, does this worth the pay? After all.. it's just one honest word from a friend...

 

Your Friend,

Man of Impossibilities

I am NOT~

Okay, I'm going to gently clarify a thing in this post as I'm very much swarmed with questions of such many times already... Ladies and gentlemen...

One fine night I strolled down the hostel's corridor
I took a glance at those lonely lights hanging from the ceiling
Somehow its as though, I have the ability to feel its grievance of celibacy somehow. I don't wanna waste anymore time in meaningless empathizing to the inanimate objects so I ran off to my room, and opened the door wide enough for fresh air to rush in.

Call me a mental patient of projection ~~

I have a lovely neighbor who worked in the hostel's cafeteria.
And he is one of the people who you would like to apply the theory of "Queer" to as he has skinny long legs, *if you have any, I bet you RM200 its as BEAUTIFUL as yours, with connotation*
Walks like Megan Fox, elegantly scrubbing his gorgeous hair.
He stopped right in front of my widely opened door, with only towels hanging on the shy little curve of his backside.
Worst still, I actually never took the effort to look at his legs but it came into image from the side corner of my cornea ends, he doesn't have any hair on his legs.

...

I sweated

...

He showed me a cute, one sided, ravishing smile..

of which I gave him a poker face...

And I was literally sweating like tweety bird already when his mouth clenched into a kind of rounded shape thingy and let out a fricative sound which is like ... "bzzzzuuuchhh" 

I turn to my laptop and play game, I just wanna ignore him which worked out, he went away.

okay... let me clarify myself first and foremost, I'm NOT. I have many good friends, even the best one who is but I'm just not.
So what is so wrong about having a best friend who's out of the closet? In fact I'm proud of him because he's out and being himself, but I'm occasionally being thrown questions like, will it be harmful to me, or am I one, having a best friend who's not as straight.

*in fact we know how to separate between friends and target*

Well... Please don't ask any questions like this again, it chills to my nerve ends when it gave me the imagery of loving my own buddy... =.='' 

even if one of you do, life goes on.. hahaha

Yours Truly,

Man of Impossibilities