Sometimes I just don't wanna know.
There are things I can't say out loud, for fear of hurting someone else.
The things I don't understand, and things I don't wanna understand. The things I do understand, but don't know why. Things that are beyond understanding are placed at my feet.
On silver platters.
"Here, fix this."
No please or thank you, just do it.
Somewhere, at some point in time, I was 'defined' as the listener.
Is there a listener out there for me?
2 comments:
Redefine yourself. We are all works-in-progress, and continuity is little more than a useful illusion. When it ceases to be of use, it should be dropped.
Thanks for the words of wisdom, mysterious visitor.
::makes a note::
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