non-stop notions of possibilities

I find it extremely difficult to understand the complexities of human beings, expecially those nearing closer to us. I don’t know who she is really, if I’m being quite candid with myself, she’s a stranger. And yet, I continue to make suggestions and intentions of seeing her once more, when instead I should be telling myself “Hang it up, you silly fool!” Oh dear me, hearts will instantaneously splinter if given the oppurtunity to shine through with words of affection. I have no desire to do this.

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