Why is it that one moment I can be perfectly comfortable alone at night, walking along the neon pipelines of a city feeling infinite and desired and overflowing with such free love, and the next all I can think of is quietly, loyally sitting by someone's side in the warm, aureate room my future builds in my mind?
There is no balance between the extremes in the life I've constructed for myself. It's all angles, or better-- magnets, eternally repelling each other. I can't live between magnets.
Where so much love exists, hate is invited. I just don't want to end up hating myself. Not again.
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and so you see I have come to doubt everything I once held as true, I stand alone without beliefs, the only truth I know is you (simonandgarfunkel).
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