man in the fridge

and now she is asking how can she be stupid.

without a single idea to know the answer.

i am caught between figuring out the distance of the moon

and the torment of the skies.

i am but me.

left with nowhere to go.

if you figured out the things that must be said,

then let me know.

because i can never be perfect for anyone.

nor the love you expect might never be me.

but i am only me.

limited in time and in breath.

as the swaying skies,

and doubt is in your heart,

then i am just a passing image of a man.

for the one who waits longer,

will be forever happy.

i am just but me…

darkmau

MALAYA!

para kay ish.

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