Sometimes I wish I kept a tiny notebook and a muck black pen in my pocket. So when useless words come pouring in, I'll never forget how the mind sees what the heart doesn't. Words don't weigh as much when you're alive.

I have reached a stage where letting go is so damn easy. Too easy. Maybe it has been the environment that nurtured me over the years or, my mental capacity to think more and feel less. I guess it has been imprinted in this deep well that I believe you would call a brain, that people, pets, items and 'feelings' do not last. Long periods of time, deep sentimental value and material worth like life, is temporary. As for eternity? I'll let you know when I meet my maker.

Letting go of family, animals, friends, ex-lovers, emotions and beliefs comes naturally to someone like me. I am capable of 'getting over it'. But it pains me to admit that despite all of this, the one thing I can never seem to let go of is, me.

iamtheonlythingiamincontrolof.

pleasedon'tmakemeloseme.

A control freak, hardly. But I know even you wonder if you truly are what you make yourself to be. And whether it's you leading yourself or there are more yous than one 'me'. Pardon me I am getting sleepy...

I am immaterial.