do you mind if I list out my aching frustrations? well, not quite a list - more an exaggeration. let’s start with numero uno, the only one: I’m tired of being left out of the fun. she tells me I’m strong, not like the others, but I just can’t help but feel a bit bothered. even the purest wants to be everyone else; what’s numbness if I don’t even know how it...
you tend to forget there are eyes everywhere. this is why we distance who we are and who we want to be, because the wrong pair of lips can part – even with such virgin eyes – and write novels with the story you tell. a whole news broadcast dedicated to you. you turned to the corners to whisper, but you must’ve missed the microphone hidden there.
I always feel so impolite, that words I say are said in spite and despite the many thanks I give, they’re never, ever just as big as the ones I wish to say. and even if I say it all, surging like a waterfall, it’s not enough to make the grade and often then I feel afraid and thus my words become dismay. but maybe it’s just in my mind and I am, in fact, just that polite and...