I love the way my soul would crave for you, crave for a hug from you that never exists.

I wonder why people hug each other so much, so so much that hugging in my eyes is becoming a kind of too normal gesture. It no longer has meanings, it is now just an act. But an act of what to be exact?

There are arts illustrating how a hug can make your day, like a charge to your soul. However, charging too much might lead to a broken battery. Since hugging and sweet words are now nonsenses to me, I consider them politeness.

How about an already broken soul like mine? How can I fix it? Some said that I should fix it on my own, some said that there are people out there who is nice and warm enough for me to feel safe. But now I'm hopeless.

How fool am I to assume that I will meet a savior.

I would dance with my love for eternity, even though my heart and soul and everything are aching, withering into thick black mud. The valse will play forever, and my heels will follow his lead to the day this world fades away. Set aside the truth that that person is just an unforgivable sinner.