Po citoj ato që tha lorie
Ah girl it is not that simple as analyzing the silence, the vague look in poeple's eyes when we saw in subways , your reflection in the dark glass beside you ,or theories of disorientation in cities.
I can master my thoughts somehow, i can stay focused at e certain point even though i would like on a deeper level to count every hair on his head.
When it comes to my choosing, when it comes to the one thing you call FREEDOM because of CHOOSING i am even more powerless.
A strange potion is cast upon me and i act more lovingly ,more carefree toward other male friends rather than that one "friend" i should be giving more attention to. You call it pride?You call it pure indiference? You call it fear? You call it escape ? You call it whatever you want but there has always been this pattern of behaviour:I become his friend, i go away. I come back,i push him away again. And it is right there where i can't distinguish whether i am fighting to keep my FREEDOM or i am fighting to win it back. It would be far more simple ,more beautiful,more interesting, more enjoyable to know there's not any chance rather that to know there's such a great possibility......
It's a repelling-attracting situation! It's a messed up situation!
I messed up your head didn't I?
Just forget it. It's better.
