I'm changing.
I tipped myself. I contradict myself. I am my shadow...
My world consists of dreamland. And part of it exists in reality.
The reality me is not me.
I'm nothing if there is no definition for me. Or anyone who gives definition to my existence.
Something you can't reach, you feel it, you draw near it, you became part of it.
The identity of which you gain when you know the right time to choose.
It's not replication. It's not disguise.
It's mere repetition of everyday life.
Something you've gained after these processes.
Something I should've know earlier.
Something inside me has grow darker and darker.
I'm complicated.
I can't comprehend.
I'm not manage to comprehend so many information.
Part of them are fake, harmful, and influencing.
Information change thus I change.
Everything is just formular.
Everything is just a field of influential element.
Everything is nothing if there is no definition for them.
Definition comes first? or Everything comes first?
Who gave definition for them?
Evil and kindness meant nothing now...
They have their complicated way of manipulating things.
We gave judgement to them because they are harmful or beneficial to us.
Human is just a selfish entity.
I am selfish.
I wanted to gain advantage from others.
Everyone is selfish.
Everyone wanted to gain advantage from others.
No one will realise how the process going on...
People just see outcome compare with the input.
All are just nothing, all are the same,
repetition...
iteration...
iteration...
and iteration...
