June 15, 2014

I just don't know what to write.
I'm just here, sit, listen, think...
I backsound this moment with O by Coldplay.
"Fly on, ride through..."
Then here I go again, doing nothing but deep, deep, inside I feel something I can't even describe.
I don't hate you, you, or you, or my life.
I don't.
I don't?
I just don't know what you, you, or you, or my life, are.
.
.
.
Then I believe "not knowing" is the most dangerous thing.