I’m thinking it over – the way you make me feel all sexy but it’s causing me shame. I want to lean on your shoulder, I wish I was in love but I don’t want to cause any pain. And if I’m feeling like I’m evil, we’ve got nothing to gain.
I’m thinking it over – what if the way we started made it something cursed from the start. What if it only gets colder? Would you still wrap me up and tell me that you think this was smart? Because lately, I’ve been scared of thinking about where we are.
What if I never see you because we’re both on a stage? Don’t tell me listen to your song because it isn’t the same. I don’t want to say your love is a waiting game.
Uni has been great. Too great. I’m always busy doing something, whether it’s attending cocktails, networking events, conferences, team activities or simply studying. And I don’t even mind – I actually really enjoy it! Being constantly stimulated just makes me feel alive, not to mention appreciate free time far more. This is prone to intensify, so recently discovering the effects of coffee also helps.
It has also been the start of many new friendships. But most of all, a whirlwind of unexpected events occurred, one leading to another, without having much control over the situation. Being able to internalize the gush of vitality and emotions now that everything happened is the strangest feeling of all. Something you want to remember but forget. Context. Circumstances. Guts. A rush of blood. Self-interest. Ties. Breath. Confusion. Decisions. Nothing makes sense anymore, you can only accept the fact that everything just happened, that those moments existed.
..As I said, Uni has been too great. That is why something had to be done to balance things out. So came Karma – or whatever you want to call it – to drag me back to reality. Well, here I am.
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