what if i'm hurt by what i'm seeing?

would that matter... to you?

but of course it won't. because you have no idea what is going on inside my head. in my heart. and you'll probably never know until you know it from the starting point.

and i guess i'll never get the chance to say how much your existence means to me, because i'll never speak unless you feel like asking me to do so. and i suppose that opportunity will never come unless the tides turn to an unexpected angle.



how can you lift my spirits then? how come?