the riddles and the rhymes

no it's not about the...

(and i'm at loss for words. they never do me favours)

i guess i need a break

these songs, tell more than a book with a thousand pages

you have no idea how crazy, how strange, how indescribably sad i was feeling inside. how very afraid. how much it hurt.

no, it's not your fault.
it never will be.

how a single thing can spark off such different emotions in different people. how a single song can mean such different yet similar things to two souls. how the story will only ever be known by one of them, to muse over on the darkest of nights, pondering the questions of chance, of consequence, of human nature.

how you will never, ever know.

i left a message for you, didn't you see? i stood still looking, holding my breath, hoping that finally...

it's ok.

it'll all get washed away soon.

by a glass of water, or two.

(you slipped me the key, and...)

now i'm left wondering what would have happened
if i had opened the door