where I am always thinking of you,
wondering where to go, what to do.
hiding my feelings
from them walking apart.
searching your light,
imagining your eyes.
not this way,
without holding your hands.
i choose not to choose life, i choose something else and the reasons? there are no reasons. who needs reasons? not me,not myself, not even if i get drunk and cause people think it's all about misery and desperation and all that shite which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. after all we're not stupid. at least we're not that fucking stupid.......