Not know what Im going to do ...
A lot of chances to take, decisions to make. They could affect the rest of my life, or someone elses. The only think they can't do is, not mattering at all. So why ? Why is it so hard ? And how can it seem so easy ? Ive heard that time heals all wounds, but I like better not getting any wounds, not making any wounds. And Id rather spend some time before I get the chance to make a wound thinking of how I can not make that wound.
If you knew me, you might understand. It could all make some sence, but I guess it only seems like some rambling about the world, taken all out of context, but its all I could think of, right here, right now.