Almost forgot you in the middle of life.
There are too much to learn out there, still and I’m no where near to the end of it.
After seeing a person breathing a day before lie down forever, I panicked. Life is precious. Time that I could cross by one another won’t be long as I thought it would be. I wonder how long love could last within it. Sure that the answer isn’t forever. Love isn’t thing in between only two persons, there are more behinds and the darker one hiding else where most likely has the power to disturb it all. Life is full of lies, still—but that isn’t what should take me down. Accept it and let bad humans breathe. Attacking them too much may give me chance to be like them. I most likely don’t want to … There are two way to respect love: witholding it and letting it go. They are almost equally in pain but the second choice seems to lessen the pain for someone in the dark. Live by the number or by a real heart? The choice is my and whether I go backward or forward, I won’t be happy. So, what’s the point?
Silly.