And as you suddenly leave I'm caught off guard. I'm caught; caught by the monstrosities in my head. Why did you have to go? No, why did you have to go like that? So.. suddenly. I stop for a while and do absolutely nothing but think.
And yet the questions are never-ending, never-fading, never-faltering. If only love was as simple to concoct.
There is a sound. It scares me. And then it puzzles me. Who said that? Why? Was she in pain? A dream? A nightmare or a random talk in her sleep? I am afraid and I daren't find out more.
Always, I tell myself, always to do 'this' and 'that'. But no, it's too tough. How could I possibly find the strength?
And then it's back to you. And him. I key in something and then I type his name. Why? Was I thinking about him? No, I don't want to. I don't want all of this to go so fast. Soon.. Soon you'll lose interest! It seems like a happy thing to me. I wish I could just be alone. Then I would have nothing to worry about..? Or maybe I'd have even more to worry about. The grass is always greener on the other side. So much that I don't know. Thoughts.. thoughts and questions, and more questions.
All my life I wanted to be perfect, but I guess I always knew I was never near that.
I take a deep breath and savour the last bits of chocolate. Nice, creamy chocolate. On a wafer with... milk inside? I don't know. And now I try to think but I can't question anymore. I'm so exhausted, so forgotten and so confused. The stale air provides little comfort to my worries. There's just too much to do. But sometimes I think if I actually got down to doing things, I'd realise that there actually isn't that much. It's probably true.
I put everything back in place, and put myself back in place. It is another day.
And yet the questions are never-ending, never-fading, never-faltering. If only love was as simple to concoct.
There is a sound. It scares me. And then it puzzles me. Who said that? Why? Was she in pain? A dream? A nightmare or a random talk in her sleep? I am afraid and I daren't find out more.
Always, I tell myself, always to do 'this' and 'that'. But no, it's too tough. How could I possibly find the strength?
And then it's back to you. And him. I key in something and then I type his name. Why? Was I thinking about him? No, I don't want to. I don't want all of this to go so fast. Soon.. Soon you'll lose interest! It seems like a happy thing to me. I wish I could just be alone. Then I would have nothing to worry about..? Or maybe I'd have even more to worry about. The grass is always greener on the other side. So much that I don't know. Thoughts.. thoughts and questions, and more questions.
All my life I wanted to be perfect, but I guess I always knew I was never near that.
I take a deep breath and savour the last bits of chocolate. Nice, creamy chocolate. On a wafer with... milk inside? I don't know. And now I try to think but I can't question anymore. I'm so exhausted, so forgotten and so confused. The stale air provides little comfort to my worries. There's just too much to do. But sometimes I think if I actually got down to doing things, I'd realise that there actually isn't that much. It's probably true.
I put everything back in place, and put myself back in place. It is another day.
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