Still and steady, i'd walk as if it is a mere dust, falling on my shoulder.
I would've ignored it.
But what's really going into my mind? I've asked.
How often do you ever come across a part, where you think you should understand,
but turns out you know nothing about?
Ourselves.
I haven't had a clue about what i really feel.
It's like playing code deciphering with yourself.
You just keep guessing, and connecting everything,
just to realize that it doesn't seemed right, and you had to start all over again.
I wasn't tired.
I wasn't afflicted.
I was just confused.
"So what should i do?"
"Am i doing the right thing?"
I've asked.
There is no way i could keep lying to myself, or so i say, hiding myself.
This can't keep on forever.
And hopefully, with hope,
that when the day comes,
i would have had a great woman
for me to say,
"I Love You."
