When I'm with you, all the ironies in the worls start to make sense at once. Everything feels so wrong yet so right. I feel so calm inside with a quiet tornado building up for reasons I'm yet to decipher. I want it to end, soon, very soon, yet at the same time I want it even more. I can't take another glance at your face, yet I don't ever wanna lose the chance to see it again. I want you to tell me things, everything, yet I want you in pure silence.
And up until now, I still can't decide. And maybe I don't even want to.
And you don't seem to mind either.
