do we ever really know?
Do we ever really know?
Your elusiveness makes this hard to bear. I’m crushing myself with a vast unknowing of what you think.
Why do I do this to myself? Every time I catch wind of you my mind takes off like a rocket.
The relentless impossibility is killing me. Will circumstances always kill the momentum that is needed to catch you? Maybe you kill it on purpose.
I will never know.
