Unhappy, Incoherent Words
Sometimes I wish it isn’t this way. I wish I don’t have to share, because I don’t want to be just one of the many who gets the same thing. I wish the glow is reserved only for me, because that way I know I’m lighted up differently. I wish there is more balance, because the glory is seen by others but the darkness is given to me. I don’t want to share, it makes me sad that I have to. Sometimes I entertain these selfish thoughts. They get me down. Or maybe it’s the other way round; the lousy feeling, thus these thoughts.
But what if I’m not being selfish at all?
What if this is how I’m meant to feel?
- the core , the sentimental lover
s t a r m | s t January 11th, 2005
