And far behind
I've spent so much time with my weakness.
I'm not sure I'm ready for much. I don't have much.
Why now?
Why do I have to keep secrets now?
I can't let people be understanding anymore...
What it was like to be inhuman.. I'll never know. I can't remember it, but I also can't forget it. I don't remember who I was, but I knew what it felt like. I felt solid back then, broken, but solid.
I guess all these wishes have gotten part of the dreams to come true.
Yet I'm not going to die.
That dream would be so easy
if only
I didn't care about you
Stay beautiful
I wish I could understand you better...
ReplyDeleteI know I'm no help at all.