| Haus of Jin |

thinking of putting a Time tattoo design at  my right hand ( I have 2 so far ) I guess most people have pondered this for many years, what is the meaning of life? some people may think having the job title matters , or maybe how much saving they have in the bank or being the most popular or best body . To be honest none of that materialistic things matter because no matter what.... 'all of life will eventually end in one way or another even at different time or universe (that we knew there is such thing as space- time continuum do exist....) we tend ask why do we exist? 'Don’t run. Nobody exists on purpose.  Nobody belongs anywhere.  Everybody dies.  - rick and mortar' Part of the this message of this truth is that while it’s a human trait to look for meaning, and that meaning helps us live our lives, we tend to overthink it. We tend cling to fundamental myths about ourselves that bevy our importance, but the responsibility of that illusion of importance ca

I miss you.... its 5 am.... I woke up feeling hungry as usual I am not sure what my body is telling me ..... (or maybe somebody is thinking of me that what my heart told me) And then he reaches out. I think it must mean something, that I must mean something. And I go back on every promise. I go back on every word I’ve ever written. I convince myself he has to feel this too. I allow for his excuses. “He’s scared.” “He’s not ready.” “He’s not over his ex.” I plead with my own ego. I play Russian roulette with the little dignity I have left. I look at this crumbling figure back in the mirror. I don't remember when the last time I saw him  did he lie to me or maybe I did convince myself  one day, he’s going to see me for everything I am. I won’t be his emotional pillow. His selfish comfort. I am placeholder. I am temptation, something to ease the lonely. I am a guy he never wanted to begin with. But the truth is, for the first time I can’t figure out how to rea