passionate-thingies

i fancy passionate people. i fancy those who work hard, who are willing to keep the stress to themselves, and continue pushing. i fancy those who stay silent yet never stop moving. i fancy those who repel the system, who keep doing what they want, regardless of what society may say.

i fancy art, i fancy silence.

and passionate people are both.

i fancy you, whoever you are. i fancy you who keep pushing, i fancy you who look thoroughly at nothing but yourself. a little arrogance, a little ego; why does it even matter? i fancy you who still think you're the most important one, yet never kick people away. i fancy you who laugh a lot when you're with friends, but smile even wider when you're out there alone with your works and thoughts. i fancy you who write more. i fancy you, who touch people with silence.

can i become a little more like you?

so close, yet so far, isn't it?

i have never said this, but you are the one who motivate me indirectly. the one who change me in your own way. inspire me in a rough way. the one i know i will never overcome.

years ago, i totally disgrace your existence, just your mere existence sometimes gets me burst out in tears.

but even now, you're still a wall i want to climb over. out of all people, i only want you  to get jealous of me. to get envious, to become more like me. to notice me. to, at least, know, that i, too, am just as passionate as you are.

well, i'm just weaker.

honestly, i'm a fan.

so thank you, for the rough support you continuously give me.

i will try harder.