The more I touch the truth,
The less I start believing in it.
Sometimes I forget to realize that it's me who is responsible for my doings, sometimes I forget that the person I imagine to be in ideal situations is me, not a character I created over hot tea.
It's not easy not to be myself either.I can not imagine doing things the other way.The only way I've known is to close the curtains,so the dust doesn't sparkle to remind me that I haven't cleaned up.Neither can I imagine not looking at the mirror and imitating my friends,in hopes that a conversation will simmer the next day.
It is not possible to think these days.But on the contrary neither can I not think.
It is hard to be anything completely or wholly without sinking into the idea of it.
And I think you also wonder why I am always ready to jump into a nice talk with you,perhaps over some tea?
