Once in a blue moon the little voice at the back of my head starts to nag and coerce me into wondering, and sometimes I wonder if the wonderment will start to eat me alive. Nevertheless it forces questions into my system. I frown and I think and I think and I frown.
It's an internal struggle that I have no way of knowing which side will win completely. Reason/Happiness? Heart/Head? If I jump off the train halfway the train will crash. Sorrow. No more tomorrows.
But Time knows and it will tell. And hopefully it'll help me forget and I cross my fingers so hard cause I hope it doesn't give rise to any inkling of
Regret.
