What's the point of happiness if it doesn't stay for long or you don't remember it afterward?
What's the point of love (pointless)? Just a concept created to sell more gifts and tables at restaurants? I don't like to think that way.
What's the point of words if the meanings change every day and you lose the sense of reality?
What's the point of understanding?
Suddenly so many songs lyrics make sense.
I want to write so much more but I don't know where to start. I should remember to ask my shrink all the questions, even though there are no answers to them.
I won't remember bad things. I won't remember all the tears, pain and fear. I'm stronger than this.
I'll remember the love, care, happiness and support I gave even though it might make it harder.
There are things that we can't change. I DO love.
There are things that we can't change. I DO love.
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