what exists? what doesn't?
the tears, the rain, the sun?
sometimes i want to say something but it just doesn't feel right to say it to you although, i want to say it to you.. the things i feel like saying, although they carry alot of my emotions within them, feel suddenly childish and juvenille and stupid. they don't come out the way i do. when i see you, i feel like telling you everything but then i stop short and instead keep them to myself.. what if you didn't understand what i was trying to say? the fact that the world wouldn't understand matter to me as much you not being able to understand it. do you exist? or am i just making you up from my imagination? are you a fragment of a silly wish i made as a girl or are you out there somewhere.. smiling.. understanding.. am i making you up? or are you truly like that?
