A/N: Was going through my journal last night, though I'm not writing much in there these days. This was the latest entry, and though at that time I hadn't written it for anybody's eyes than mine, yesterday I felt that maybe I can post it, though I'm not exactly sure it would make much sense. Anyways, read on- this is the complete and unedited entry.
We've decided that we're gonna talk. Today.
For the last two days, I've been bursting with questions. I've been ruthless in my mind, just waiting for the time to come fast. But today, I think I'm just tired again. Too weary to fire up my mind with questions. Too hurting to allow any fresh wounds. I'd rather go with the flow than try to even make sense of where I'm going and where I should be going.
Like numerous other times, I'm blank. Rather, I'm not exactly, there are a hundred thoughts pulsing through my mind, but I don't feel them. Or maybe I don't want to. I'm simply tired and letting them zap around.
I don't know what will happen. Whether we'll actually talk, or falter.
Whether it will finally settle it, or prolong it.
Whether it will simplify or conplicate.
Whether it will be for the better or the worse.
YOU ARE READING
--Bridges--
PoetryOne of the favourite lessons reading books has taught me is that you're never alone, not alteast in thoughts and words. There are others who think like you, feel like you and react like you. It's like that sometimes, our unspoken thoughts are the b...
