I wish I can tell you everything that passes through my head. Would you want to listen to it? And if I were to ask you to comment on everyone of them, would you be able to talk? And if I start making movements and gestures to pronounce my intentions and my thoughts, would you be scared off? And would you dance as well to my movements as if it was like a ceremony? I want to tell you everything and anything before anything happens. I want to make sure you know me, the me that you know and that no one else would be able to understand how you know me. And that if anybody was able to say anything about me, you would argue back at them. Tell them that they are wrong and stupid. Speak some of the stories I have told you and explain all the points to the whole world. And everyone will start to know me as you know me. But to them I will only be the person that you see. They have never met me nor talked to me or even have a thought that crossed their mind about me. The stories you tell them are all the illusions that you have created, of what I was to you. Not what I was to them or anything like that. Just what you believed in and the person who you could always count on. Realise that things like this pass and go. That the stories you know are just stories that I once told you that seemed preposterous. But that is alright you know because I have told you everything. Everything is enough. So.... Shall I start again?
VictoryTVK
Ljothjor
Complexity
Cloudster
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