Sadness envelopes this upcoming trip to Tokyo. I can sense it, because it emanates from me. I'm worried. I want to be free from my thoughts.
All I'd ask for is to meet her just for once before I fly off to Japan.. I just want to exist.. before i lose more existence in her heart.. before i cease to exist as me..
Someone said i'm always putting on a false front.. perhaps so, but why bother? In the end, if i told anyone, they'd be bothered too.. (no, i don't mean you, it's just that, on general terms, that's what i would say.)
For those who understood my poem, please tell me, how should i be feeling now.. My heart wriths in pain as i type this post, and yet, as someone who's cold-blooded and unfeeling, i can't seem to feel any of this pain.. It seems as though both sides of me are battling each other constantly.. And when both characteristics are just as strong, it's hard for me to predict the outcome of my internal strife..