I can't decide what's more lethal,
Innocence or Ignorance??
I break down,
thinking of that woman in a book I've been reading lately,
who is always unsure about her life and pays bills of people's sorrows that she never ordered;
and how the idea of distress changes when I come to realize that I've been doing the same.
I gather myself, close my eyes and shriek of pain,
until I kill that woman inside me.
Then, I go looking for new books;
discover new characters to adapt the most absurd and miserable one,
obvious of all the terrible things that I'm putting myself into.
How do I let my brain know that it's too naive to adapt characters that end up making me woeful and weak??
And in that very moment,
I fail to decide what's more lethal,
Innocence or Ignorance?
