I don't know much about the world. I don't know much about the life. Business doesn't interest me. Finances and prestige bore me. Politics annoy me. Praying to any God is foreign to me. War sadness me. Pain hurts me. I don't know how you became this man.
But I know that one plus one is two. I know that happiness is available seven days a week. I know that bells are loud. I know that mirror is truthful. I know that twilight is blind. I know that I only exist in my head. I know I run away. I know I represent sins. I know passion. I know fantasy and I know madness. I know sadness too. I know there is a story in my head, somewhere. I know I am supposed to go places. I know I have to let little people grow. I know that another kiss is all it takes. Another kiss is all I need. I know that serendipity happens. Drinking alone suits me well. When I am happy, I think it's forever. I know I differ in hundred ways for what you see me to be. I know that who ever makes me laugh has every chance of seducing me. I know you have scars. I know I am basorexic. I know that new beginnings are often disguised in painful endings. I know if I can dream it, I can do it. I know I can't save you.
I know Alice is sarcastic, immune. Sophia is emotional and I, I already am, I always was and I still have time to be.
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