You know, these days I really only do things so I can talk about them later.

You spend so long trying to be someone that you forget to figure out who the hell you are.

The only thing that keeps a person alive after their salvation has slipped through their fingers is the hope of existing as an idea. And of validating their existence.

Why are you so hesitant?
There's no touching. You're so scared of getting smudges on the the window between us, as if not seeing me clearly enough is hard. Why not just break the glass, together, with me, you weak coward?

If you think I have anything, you're a fool. I don't owe you an explanation. Just a solution,

I've given you time. I've given you words. I've given you meaning. all you've given me is perception without a concept.

It's amazing how capable you are of just sitting still and letting the waves wash over you instead of swimming against the current. Wait till I wash up on the shore while you disappear on the horizon.

You bring me broken salvation while I bring you false hope.
So what's missing?

How about holding my hand instead of feeding me endless apologies?

You're so dedicated...
How about getting me out of this whirlpool of doubt?

I'm so sick of being your doubt, masquerading as your truth.

My life is repetitive loop of the world just getting darker. I'm so tired of waiting.

I'm so angry at you for turning this into a process. And for denying it.

What a stupid word, mine.

How dare you use a word
like always! As if it means something.

Just admit it's your fault so I can finally get to sleep.

All this and people still wonder why I'm so cynical.

See, that's what I want, even if it is full of conflict and confusion. Conflict and confusion is better than complete numbness.

You don't love me. You just hate yourself.