it always can not be enough.
something is always missing.
and if it is not, you find it for.
that is the fucked ups of human nature.
they are not perfect and never could be.

i think, i am lingering over illusions.
but surely it can not be ever helped.

everyone would said, my life is complete.
but i always miss parts just because, oh.
the happiness is so tiresome.

nothing to be wishing for, who would want it?
in a position where i have everything, i am well
kinda dying out of boredom of aims and goas.
...
pool water is so good for my skin.
500 meters today complete, yeahs.