Most people talk when they have nothing to say.
I'm not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I'd want you to hear.
I felt like i've been lying to myself all these while.
It's been exactly 1 week and i don't know wtf am i thinking of, really.
There's so many stuffs, so many things that i feel like saying but i know i couldn't post here.
I've been telling myself constantly, repeatedly and comforting myself that it's just a period of time.
But why am i still feeling like this now?
Perhaps the problem lies in me. After all, i think i just can't bring myself to move on.

Why do we close our eyes when we dream? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss? Because the most beautiful things in this world are unseen.