I'll be lost forever or someday I may find
The words that I've been searching for
or just some peace of mind

Burnt off a piece of my brain last night in alcohol. It's good there's no hangover. Lately realized I'm not making wise enough choices for myself. Perhaps the idealist in me is making a comeback, albeit blind.

I've taken into myself that I can never find that woman who's everything I want her to be. So I pick a rose from a garden, any that is good enough, and try to love the bad parts too and give myself a span of time to accept it all. Through time, this will become MY rose, the ONE, so to speak. It's almost like inventing true love as some novel would say.

It's a sound plan right? Right?

No. Know when the thorns bleed you when they should not.