If we didn't differenciate thoughts from words,
If we didn't think before we spoke,
If we didn't have the freedom to sort out our feelings before we were ready to share them,
Where would we be?
Maybe I'd know by now.
I'd know what you really think when I talk to you,
When I look at you.
And I wouldn't have to think about every word I ever say. You would know exactly how I feel.
And so would she.
I wouldn't have to keep them inside.
All my words, thoughts, and actions.
I wouldn't need them anymore.
I wouldn't be so angry.
I wouldn't collapse.
I wouldn't implode.
I couldn't second-guess myself.
I wouldn't be so afraid.
I could live.
But maybe that's too much to wish for.
Maybe that's a stupid thing to want.
Maybe it's a bad idea.
I know how she feels.
How much she hates me.
I don't need to be reminded.
I don't need anything.
