It takes a little time, to understand time itself.
Sometimes I wonder what went wrong. Where did I miss a step? So who I ended up being?
You know, I've decided to answer all my questions with a maybe and a "I don't know". It takes a huge weight of my shoulders; it makes me realize that I am not following a plan, that my future is not a book I read through, that I don't waste time.
I hate to think that I am going crazy but it's the truth, I have failed to function as what society calls a rational human being. I question everything, I tend to search too deep into things that shouldn't matter much, I tend to analyze others in ways they don't want to be analyzed, then, after all that thinking I end up understanding things that have no meaning. Things that by themselves do not explain the "whys" or the "hows" but when they are put up together with my history and who I am, make so much sense.
You see, even if I met you, and I explained it to you, I am just an opinion with a dream.
It's ok though, I was told once before that I would learn to love again. To be honest, I didn't believe her then, and I don't believe it now. I think I am not a victim of emotional scarring but of lack of hope.
I think I need a little bit of magic back in my life; it's starting to get dull and boring, just like Mondays...
I really hate Mondays...
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