sammy1

its kind of funny, this thing we do, life in genral, the thoughts people have, youw own perceptions, how different they are from another person.

Truth, reality, honesty.

To me truth and reality menas nothing, everything is for nothing, love, its not real, its never true, people, what are they to me, what am i to you?
The color purple, i love the color purple, it will always be purple, and i will always love it.

But some days i like a lighter shade of purple, other days, i prefer it darker.

Am i a cheat? Am i honest? Am i true to anything?

i want to beleive it will be, i want to beleive i will find it, but what if i dont?

what if i do and never see it, or what if she doenst see it?

So much in life seems to come down to timing, and timing so often seems so wrong.

I want things i cant have, people that cant be. Is that why though, is it an excuse.

Could the that love be that of a friend, with a friend?

Is that enough?

are you a friend?

could you be more?

could i?