These words that I write are like detours. Instead of confronting, saying what I mean, I tend to just run in circles avoiding all that needs to be said. To be honest, I want to judge you, to blame you for all the problems we now face. But it seems I can only find the words to judge myself. It seems so much easier, so much more fitting. Perhaps I don't want to make enemies. Perhaps in confrontation I just lose face. It seems so much easier to just turn away. I've come to realize in a century no one will remember this. In a century no one will remember us.
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