Perhaps thinking too much, makes it even more confusing.
The more i think about it, the more i question myself.
Perhaps i've really grown up, and think differently from the past.
But it doesn't fully explain this.
I don't even know how i truely feel now, i cannot even explain.
I'm just plain confused.
Like, you are so adamant on something, you yearn for it, keep thinking about it.
Then one day, it dawns on you that, perhaps, you don't really feel what you think.
Like a gray, fuzzy area starts to form in this nice thought of yours.
I don't even know if i make any sense saying all these.




What is love?




Yikes. Help me out in this will you?