How is it that one predict so well what comes next? The moment tears flow down that night from my eyes I knew. Of course everyone thought the tears were for the obvious reasons. But for me, the tears were warning for a future apparently i foretold. Its the guts-the queasy guts and the heart…the unsettled heart. The dream. The constant whispering..telling me to be ready.
Is it you or is it me? Is it gravity simply pulling us apart? I do not understand why am I upset over it. I guess unsettled is the word.Clash of interest- maybe.
I want to not care. I want to ignore . Most of all I want to stand up tall and say I have nothing to lose because I really don’t.
I am a girl blessed with a million things and this just isn’t one of them. I knew that since a long time ago. But the question is …Is it you or is it me?
but then again…Does it really matter?
Because Nothing last forever~ Nothing really matters.
