should I punch him? — asked that nice guy on the bike yesterday, and it was the first incident of the sort in my life.
'do I wanna know?' why those poets always know everything about our lives and why does everyone lives a template?
since my last timid attempts to write blog, i got something new in my life. something like a special someone who is not quite that, but it never really matters, does it?
going back literally, but moving forward. I have a lot to say. everyone will hear me.
the ones who listen.
whoever wants to. whoever wants me.