boy in black and girl in all colors, some day you'll realize that your life is your own. changing for the sake of standing out is changing for the sake of blending in is changing for the sake of standing out is changing for the sake of blending in. they are one: in both cases, you caper to the tune of the crowd instead of dancing to the song of your heart. why not let everybody else just be, why not let yourself just be. you are yourself, regardless of what you would some day be.
ah, i can't help but smile. i know i'm often misunderstood and just as often not understood, but it doesn't frustrate me anymore. it used to, it made me scream into pillows and squeeze my hands into fists, i'd bite my knuckles and pull my hair and cry and laugh and laugh and cry. but it doesn't matter anymore. it just doesn't matter what happens after i've spoken, as long as i speak sincerely, without trying to do anything. confusion creates change, but i can't and won't control that change. it's not my duty, nor my desire.
and here and now, on this chair by the window, i have the desire for a shower, and someone might say that it's my duty as well. feeling flushed, feeling restless, feeling like doing some walking today, with and without friends, aimlessly as well as with aim, i'll be around, outside and inside, today and tonight, with love.
see you later.
