there are times when I dont want to talk with people. I burned out easily. but not a primary excuse. sometimes talk doesn't solve anything as well as how quiet dissolving into the air.

I ever seen how big a flame could lit, and ashes that came from it never will be same again. regret, sad, frustrate, you name it, I would never identify then as the same feeling as I felt at first time. 

while I'll look them in dictionary later, maybe I wont feel it in the process. i admit i lose several parts and it'll continue to tampe my heart. sorry for i am not.