Till today I still can't figure out what kind of a person you are. Some people are straight-forward, some people are mysterious, but there are some who are completely unfathomable. I'd like to believe that you belong to the last group...
I cannot imagine what is going through your mind. Is this what you want, what you're doing? Or is it a chore to do this everyday? Are you complaining or enjoying this? How screwed up my mind must be now, to be thinking of so many possibilities and combinations and personalities and differences.
It's so dangerous. If placing myself in such a precarious situation is what it takes to figure you out then I'm all for it. Somehow there is only one true emotion of yours that I see, and it's when you're talking about that. So maybe, just maybe, that is your passion and interest and everything else in your life. Good or bad or kind or evil I can't tell. It's messing me up. Damn.
I hate using the word "maybe". Can't it be certain?
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