It took me awhile to understand the world. I think that we are all a bunch of broken hearted people trying to fill a void. Trying to be happy even though we live in pain. Smiling because we finally got use to life throwing things at us. Not good or bad. But the bad feels good and the good feels bad. Why are we like this?
Why am I lost when I send the messages that profess my love to you? And why am I embarressed to tell my closest friends that, I yet again, belittled myself? Why do I feel better loving you at a distance than loving you in my arms? Why do we pour onto others and then decide its best if we drill a hole in us deeper than theirs'? People have the right to choice to not choice you. How could you not love me if I love you?
'You can pull the flowers from the soil, but you cannot stop spring from coming'.
