This is how i feel tonight. Try and try as you may, nothing will come out of it. Maybe i'm biased, but everything just seems to point in my direction. Perhaps understanding is not something that can be cultured, but rather.... something that was there all along. You either have it, or you don't.
My darkness, will never be similar to yours.
Your pain, is vastly different from mine.
My joy paints a different picture from yours.
Our smiles are of different emotions.
Do you know me?
