self reflection has gotten me to a point where i fail to want to reflect anymore.
what else is there to see if all that is in front of me is unfinished and incomplete?
well thats whats been told to me.
i'd like to think that over the years i've grown in large parts.
possibly not large enough if those parts are larger than i thought.
i could think for hours till there's a rumble in my stomach.
forget it
i won't leave those spot till that thought has stopped.
major conflict ions restrict me from happiness.
major confusion prompts me to halt.
is it my fault?
well it takes 2 doesn't it?
but apparently its a different category of misery.
yours being the unfulfilled
mine being the 'catch-up ur moving to slow'
oh..
i pray that a day will never come where we stand face to face as merely friends.
but in the end what else is there to say but...
the end?
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