I dunno how 2 make it up 2 u?

n 4 a split 2nd in time,

everything has stopped,

motion blur n desaturation......

d river runs n

d river hides,

out 2 d ocean n

under d sky,

i promise u d answer will come,

hold on 2 patience n

watch 4 d sign,

everytime in it's time......

mayb i shdn't jump into conclusion,

I need 2 talk 2 u,

soon,

I shdn't b waitin 4 things 2 happen,

cause it nvr wil,

I feel distant from u,

is it d fact i ain't talkin 2 u?

I noe u're stil there,

at least,

silently waitin,

as I move on step by step,

I feel lyrk i'm movin further away from u,

yes,

we're drifting apart,

n I feel I gonna lose u any moment,

wat happened between us?

d fine friendship we once had,

d 1 I depended on so much,

is it cause I hav nt been talkin?

is it?

many times,

I've been so close 2 strikng a conversation,

but somethin seems 2 come between us,

n somehow,

I jus can't speak up my mind when I need u,

n I can't expect tat u'll b there,

cause i'm at silence,

tongue-tied,

i'm plain confuse,

at wat i'm going thru now,

n many times,

I fooled myself into thinkin tat everything's alrite,

u,

me,

everythin,

but d cut's going deeper,

n I can't continue fooling myself any longer......

now i've finally realised how important

u r playin wif my life,

n i dun think tat's 222 gd,

god noes y,

wks being unsure bout everything was tortures,

but i tink things wun work out d same any longer,

anyway,

ever tht bout d many things in life?

wat is wrong?

wat is rite?

wat shd b done?

wat shdn't b done?

wat 2 tink?

wat nt 2 tink?

wat 2 say?

wat nt 2 say?

wat 2 feel?

wat nt 2 feel?

I suppose,

it's time lyrk these when

I actually stop n

tink bout d different things in life,

d different logics,

d way I handle things,

d way I perceive things,

sometimes,

i ponder 2 myself

d many encounters i hav in life,

was i wrong in doing things tis way?

mayb things wldn't turn out so bad if

I had done it in another way,

or,

shd i b even doing it?

but then i realised tat it's pointless 2 tink bout it,

wat's d point?

wat's done is done,

no point thinkin bout it,

sometimes I tink bout d repetitive things

tat happen around me,

mayb,

there'll b a day when I've reached my limits,

mayb,

there'll b a day when i'll say 'tat's it',

mayb,

there'll b a day when all these wil end,

mayb......jus mayb,

but 4 now,

I guess i'll jus leave things b,

shrug my shoulders n jus move on,

mayb,

4 now,

it's d best thing 2 do......