A home?
It's strange making a post here. None of my friends know about this, or I hope they don't. This will be my own private.. hole.
Anyway, I've known this for a long time, but it keeps re-emerging: people are in different situations. No matter how hard I try to ignore that fact, it just keeps making it's presence known. I live in my world, and they live in their own. And no matter how much I try to bridge that, or to understand why, it will always be the case.
To my good friend, you say that you're a princess, and maybe you are yet. How far our worlds are. It makes me think how we're even friends. (you have a lot of those) Maybe I should feel glad that we are, but I'm also sad at how far our two realities are. My world isn't as nice nor as magical as yours. I kinda wished I had more, but no. Such different people.
To someone I just met, I'm kind of scared of you. Well, not scared. More of uncomfortable. Maybe it was that time you told me to stop fishing for info. I didn't mean to be invasive, and maybe that was just how you usually react. But I'm not used to that kind of response, or maybe I'm so used to that, that I'm quite taken aback. I'm sorry. Maybe we're not meant to be friends. It's sad if that's destiny, but then again, I don't believe in destiny.. or do I? I've decided that I shouldn't always be actively looking for friends. Sorry. You should do your part too. Sorry.
For my lost star, where are you? Are we still friends? Or has it degraded down into something far less than acquaintances? I liked you then, and I like you still. But the person I liked most seem to have disappeared. Are you still that same person, that same nice and friendly person? Or have you become a ghost that I shall never see, but will forever haunt me?
In this place I am alone. In this place I am free. But I'm still afraid that someone might see.
Anyway, I've known this for a long time, but it keeps re-emerging: people are in different situations. No matter how hard I try to ignore that fact, it just keeps making it's presence known. I live in my world, and they live in their own. And no matter how much I try to bridge that, or to understand why, it will always be the case.
To my good friend, you say that you're a princess, and maybe you are yet. How far our worlds are. It makes me think how we're even friends. (you have a lot of those) Maybe I should feel glad that we are, but I'm also sad at how far our two realities are. My world isn't as nice nor as magical as yours. I kinda wished I had more, but no. Such different people.
To someone I just met, I'm kind of scared of you. Well, not scared. More of uncomfortable. Maybe it was that time you told me to stop fishing for info. I didn't mean to be invasive, and maybe that was just how you usually react. But I'm not used to that kind of response, or maybe I'm so used to that, that I'm quite taken aback. I'm sorry. Maybe we're not meant to be friends. It's sad if that's destiny, but then again, I don't believe in destiny.. or do I? I've decided that I shouldn't always be actively looking for friends. Sorry. You should do your part too. Sorry.
For my lost star, where are you? Are we still friends? Or has it degraded down into something far less than acquaintances? I liked you then, and I like you still. But the person I liked most seem to have disappeared. Are you still that same person, that same nice and friendly person? Or have you become a ghost that I shall never see, but will forever haunt me?
In this place I am alone. In this place I am free. But I'm still afraid that someone might see.
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