Caution: The feelings appearing on the outside are deeper than they seem to be
Words, you hear, are more meaningful than you assume them to be
The anger you see is the golden blaze of the setting sun of hope in the hidden ocean of emotions
You’ll never really know; what is real
Because you dont want to know
All you see is what you want to see
All you hear is what you already decided.
Futile, isn’t it?
This – you and me and me and you and us -thing…
But you are devilshly happy
Its all going the way you want.