so i have a friend, you know who you are, and she wanted me to post something…here it is. CAUTION: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Who are you? You’re nothing to me.
You were once the wind I needed for my kite to rise in that hot july afternoon.
I once needed your strength to pull me against the strong currents.
But now..it’s as if the wind were a mere illusion, a mere fantasy. As if the wind was a product of the the thousands of tangled thoughts that roam through my forest of doubt.
But I’ve set things in order and I’ve come to my senses.
Is it better to pretend and live a lie, or to know and carry anger?
I don’t know you anymore, did I ever know you at all?
Or was i just ....
