feelings are pretty much delusions.
that is until they're acknowledged and communicated.
one can regard its existence in a prose, in a joke or even in a stupid blog.
feelings are fleeting.
one morning you can just wake up and the feelings can be gone.
you rub your eyes as you think to yourself maybe those feelings were just a dream.
it is almost a month. why haven't i been able to kick it yet?
it is almost a month. why haven't i been able to act on it?
"and i wonder if i ever cross your mind
for me it happens all the time
it's a quarter after one,
i'm all alone and i need you now"
