There are times when I just feel like pouring out everything on you, but I know it'd be too much and too many things would be revealed. I know your limitations more than anyone does, but I can't keep it to myself anymore. The thoughts are filling up my mind and in any time right now my head would look like an oversized balloon, wanting so much to explode. It all started with K. And ends with only K. Who knew that just one alphabet would mean so much, would hurt so much, would terrorize so many. If I were to admit that I'm all messed up, it probably wouldn't help, but what else am I to do than say that it is the truth?
Through the crowd, through the room, through my heart is a stabbed wound. I might never stand a chance, but I know what I have is much more than enough. I love it, I love the ways, but again, what else am I to do?
Stuck, trapped in a place so tiny, yet plays a huge role in determining my decisions. I hope it'd figure something out, something which will make everybody else happy.
The only person I want to tell, or told, is Gerald. Rara, top-up alright.
