about what on earth am I doing.
Talking with you again, on and on,
both never asking why.
You will never be the mn I like
like you will never like me.
But where is this place we live in,
Unafraid. Weirdly. Seriously.
Are we happy?
Is this sadness or that madness.
We will never be the person the other wishes to be.
But this comfort...