I'm sometimes a master of spreading negativity. I have my own whimsical views born of something I don't understand, and I take these with the full intention of trying to make you believe them. Why? If you're happy because you believe in something that gives you the strength to make it through the day, who am I to try and sap that light out of you?
Maybe it's I who needs to listen to you and not the other way around.
Sunday, 3 July 2016
I'm talking about you, Procrastination, you literal horse with wings that distracts my attention every time I try to find the moon. My duck that watches me and intensifies my anatidaephobia.
Seriously, if you didn't feel good, I probably wouldn't always be chasing you and trying to find out what you feel like, would I?
Maybe someday I'll learn the truth about you. Someday…