11.12.11

Colours and Promises.

These words. They don't even matter anymore. They don't mean anything anymore. Because words only matter when they are understood. But most people just hear. Sometimes they listen. But often, they don't understand. Maybe because the words somehow later become to hard to comprehend. Maybe because they choose not to. Maybe while the words are floating in the air, they fly away with the blowing wind.

And with them, I'll fly away, too.