or no? rise or fall? open or close? love me or love me not? leave or stay? hold
or let go? live or die? it’s quite ironic, that we ask to ourselves those
relentless question with the answer were already there, in our pocket. battling
an unnecessary quarrel between logic and conscience.way to go. choice to take.
side to fall. song to sing. food to eat. who to love. in the end. we’re just
reaching a mouthful of denial. and swallow it whole. and how after that, often
we plunge ourselves to a whole new definition of feeling. hypocrite.
nevertheless. it’s the nature… a question is always born to be asked. while
some, remain unanswered.
maybe it’s just me. in a need of a new glasses.