Sometimes, what I needs is not a brilliant mind that speaks, but a patient heart to stay and listens. I do a lot of thinking before I go to sleep, I play sense in my head. I practice the things I want to say. I have endless "what IFs", I plans for the next day. I think of all that people I miss, I think of all the ones I hate...I ask myself a lot of questions which I have yet found some of the answers. Listening to the whispers of my heart, there is sounds of lonely breathe. Something is screaming deeply but the noise won't come out. It's all this gonna be alright..? Ehmmm....how I wish this could be true, living is easy with eyes closed so I won't be able to see anything.."kot"
