I often get myself tangled up in sticky situations where my shoes are all gooey and I can't move forward or back. Despite knowing what I was getting myself into, which only named Trouble, I continued with it. Tying myself up. Many a times I've learnt, its not easy to have a clean cut. To have a perfect slice. But I still do it, get myself in a mess for the thrill of it. Why?
Why is it that my wants are amplified when it comes to something I can't have? Am I pre-programmed to chase such elusivity?
We won't be seventeen forever, we can get away with this tonight. But how about tomorrow?
When words fail, music speaks.
Monday, October 12, 2009
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