Throwing out all the uncertainty, is it a need to question? One question that lead to another and this non-purposely unravel truth that beyond your desired-answer. So why ask when you can not to?
I’m thinking, does it make any lick of sense if I’m asking for eternal happiness? I guess not. The life I have been living doesn’t provide that. Or should I say “eternal” never was/is/will be in my dictionary. Could it be that my life really just doesn’t make sense?
Do you like being under the sun light? I don’t. But you see, I can’t stay in the dark forever, eventually sun may rise, and touches the sensitive skin that I got since “that” day. Though there are many “products” to help ease that but unfortunately I never really got used to one, yet.
What is wrong with the peoples today? Is the generation right now really portraying what should be or what shouldn’t? Or am I still living in the era of Shakespeare’s? One that would die for love.
What is wrong with me?
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