Sunday, December 23, 2012
Truer words, never spoken. Maybe I want too much. Maybe it's just me and my issues and malfunction. It's important to keep things separate, to put lines up to divide these things. I don't want them to meld together, to confuse what I felt and what I am currently feeling. Maybe I just want to rush through everything to reach the end, to see if there is a beginning of something else at that point. That way, I can enjoy the process without all these questions hanging over my head. It's like when I was younger, I'd read the end of a book instead of patiently going through the rest of it just to know what happens. Just so that when I get back to reading the middle bit, I wouldn't have to rush through the build-up because I already knew how it ended. I know things will work out; the present has already proven that.
But I just can't contain this need to know. Right now.Labels: Little Bit
