Promise me, that you'd nv have to run away.
that you'll always be able to face up to your own actions.
we have all missed our star gazing days.
naivety
nothing so perpetual
when your compass refuses to spin its needle
what do you do?
each star looks like the North star
blindly/curiously/fearfully we follow
that which threatens to split us up
then who do you have
to lean on?
she said,
love needs no reason
but he said it was superficiality after all
you gotta sort it out yourself
and im never gonna say
that i know
or understand
anymore.
because i dont, and neither do you.
you think, that you know, but do you really?
and the whirlpool just sucks you in
along with everything you have
when everyone jumps on the bandwagon
would it be called critical thinking anymore?
it would be norm, wouldnt it?
and she's right to say
how do you really define
if the box doesnt exist?
how do you think, then
out of the box?
if so, where do you think? what's the new parameter?

i wont have admitted it in your face
but its true
and very relevant a qn
why photos we take
dont ever capture the ugly events that happened?
are we all escapists?
and we all know the answer that lies seven layers beneath.