One moment can last far to long and others seem to flutter by in one blink.
Why is it that the moments we wish would stay always seem to be in a hurry- buzzing off into some long lost abyss never to be seen again? No attempt to recreate that specific moment would ever be any sort of success because..its diffrent. Maybe it was the lighting or maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was the way they looked at you trying to hide something this time.
Why is honesty something that is so difficutlt to give and receive? Everything wants the truth: indirectly or not Yet it is hard to to swallow- like your friends terrible cooking. Its something you know you have to do but that doesnt make it taste any better.
Why does insecurity exist?
You know who you are. Why does it matter whether or not someone else likes or doesnt like you? News Flash: It does not change the metaphysical make-up of your being...so why give a fuck? Only...if only...it were that simple.
Why does traffic exist?
If everyone is going going gone...why the HELL am I stopped?
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