probability

what are the chances that she's online when i am?
or that she's at trinoma, walking home and bumping on me?
what are the chances of me driving around her school, and seeing her?
is there a slight chance that we'll be eating on the same place?

what are the chances that she won't notice me, so that she could run away?
the chances of me looking at her eyes, and she, looking at me?
what are the chances of she going to the same place, same concert, same party, same gig, same game, same mall, same province, same event as where i'll be going?

maybe the probability of me looking at stars, and she too, looking at one is bigger. perhaps it's the fact that we are under just one big sky. under one bright moon. under one a lot brighter sun.

but amidst all those randomness, and serendipitous probabilities,

there's always one constant probability, or let me say, one constant ground...
that we,
are stepping on
one
big
big
world.
one world where perhaps, we'll never, ever meet again.


i think it's a bigger chance of me dreaming of you.
that's why i always sleep.



...

bull.shit.

love can make you soo stupid. haha.