I've been wandering here and there.
Meeting different people, listening to new stories.
Collecting every sentence, word, letter that has ever been uttered; in a hope of maybe fulfilling my silly needs.
How I wish that all these words I've stored could aid in translating the thoughts in your mind.
How I wish your eyes were the door and not mere windows to the inside.
I'm ready to take the risk, I'm ready for the fall. No matter what it takes for me, I'll give everything to know it all.
I hope the words I want to hear, are the words in your eyes I see. Either way, I'm doomed. Because darling, we were never meant to be.
