Because You Won't Understand

I realized one thing this morning - I didn't spend much time any more on writing. Just like these little white balls that grow so fondly of the shade from the hot sun in front of my porch.

At one time you wish that you can tell everything that you want. And at another time, you wish nothing has been told to anyone.

Such contradiction puts you in confusion. And when you're lost in confusion, no matter how much is going around you, you're still alone.



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