21 November 2011

I'll probably delete this later

I feel like I keep on going out of my way, doing far too-special things, waiting around for what could be. But trying to figure this out is like guessing if a pot is hot. You watch, you bring your hands closer, but all you can really do to find out is to touch it--only to get burned when you finally do.

Hot and cold. Hot and cold. Sometimes, I still don't understand. Even though I feel like I'm really the only one who does.

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