Me.

Uncertainty.

Tonight, in this hotel room... I am caught questioning just one thing: was it wise?

It had been bugging me for so long, and tonight... it almost felt right. It almost felt like putting it out in the open was what I needed, was what's important.

But now I'm not sure. Now I sit here, wondering if I should have kept it to myself - if I should have pressed myself to endure, and let time do its thing. If I should have kept quiet... like so many nights in these past few years.

The answer will come soon enough, won't it? It's just a matter of time now... Till one of us brings it up again.

Funny. Just thinking about it has made me a little disappointed.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 11:00 PM  

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