That little space

I feel the need to feel sad. Because of certain things which don't go the way you intended them to go. Or when things screw up big time. Feeling sad is necessary to feel OK about this.

And if you really wanna ask, don't. Cause living in your world of oblivion is way better than knowing the things I know. Sad, but it was necessary. And as if customary, after feeling sad, disillusion sets in. And then the urge to let go will surface, thus ending the cycle.

And here I am. Not wanting to care. Not wanting to be more than I am. Not wanting to feel or give more than I am willing to. And in the end, not wanting to ask more questions which answers I'll never get.

And if you ever see the light, between the blinding darkness and pure brightness, tell me. 'Cause I love this place to much, to fully honour my words.