At the end of the week

Hmm.

Why did you say hello to me, when all I could ever say was just another hello in return?

Why did you look me in the eyes when I spoke to you, in that calm and carefree manner?

Why am I afraid to ask you questions, to seek what you feel, to make you part of my life?

Why do I always turn away instead of making a serious effort to make things work out?

It's just me: I'm cold, tired, lonely, false and overtly optimistic. I need a break, and I just want a cold beer and a good tv programme.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy