Thinking is hateful. Thinking deep is suicide.
Can we just get on with it? Cause I'm not making any sense. But that's the thing I'm good at and I can't help myself. Don't ask me to do things I can't (like make sense). Don't ask me how or why. Don't ask me again.
I hate imagining and dreaming of what might happen. So I'll just do it. Lift the barriers and take the leap. Not to fall head straight on the hard ground, not even to somersault, skyrocket and learn to fly.
I long for you and I can't extinguish the feelings. So I'll just run smack into you. I need to get enough of you and maybe get tired of you. What I need is to get you out of my system and I fear that this is the only way. I just hope that it would go as I'm planning.
Because if anything goes wrong, I'm in for a major whiplash.
