There are certain things I cannot explain. And a few more things I dont want an explaination for. More often that not, I find myself stuck in between the two. I'm tired of searching for questions I cannot answer. I'm tired of searching for answers I cannot question. If only I had time on my side. I've screwed around and fooled time a lot, and lost precious battles in the process. I continue fighting, and I continue losing. I dont believe in choices anymore. The obvious one is always picked and presented to me. And I blindly take it. Dont ask me why. Dont ask me how. I always thought the right choice was picked. And I always thought I made sense. But when I interact with people other than myself, these choices dont make sense. And neither do those choices I hadnt made. What did I do wrong? Why is it so difficult for people to understand me, understand what I want, understand who I am. I know things change, people change. Why cant choices? I have no right to seek an answer for a question I cannot explain. Sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake, sometimes I wonder if it was okay to have made that mistake. But then I think, if mistakes were not to be made, why would they have erasers on the back of pencils?
