Why am I telling you this you’re probably wondering, even though we have only just met and I’m entrusting you with my life story. I think it is knowing that we probably won’t ever see each other again, for only this near second we’ve known each other, I have given you all that there is to know within me. So just for this moment you could carry this burden of mine until we part our ways and then you could let go of it such as you would a memory that no longer has meaning to your life. uncared for are our first encounters, no one gives a second thought that any of this means anything, to give weight to the notion that this could lead somewhere, is nice, as comforting as it may be it to know this, it isn’t actuality. knowing that isn’t what it seemed, I feel nothing but nostalgic.
I love to entertain these kind of thoughts that amount to nothing. nothing from what you expected could be meaningful, only impermanence contains the importance of meaning. Especially if it did not materialize how you thought it would have.
dreaming is about enough that we do have though isn’t it?
I’m tired of editing my messy imperfections. I hand them over to you like a homeless might hand over crumbled pieces of literature, put them together to feel what he is feeling. word by word I mean everything.
Feeling has no sense of array, it’s fluid and messy, perfectly. such is the way of my own expressions.