grey and black may give you black, but grey and white will always give you grey.

so if things go as planned i may leave earlier than i had expected to, but i'm beginning to think it wouldn't matter as much as i thought it would.

i have bits and pieces of a huge jigsaw that i somehow know won't be easily pieced together; what i need now is to let go of things and stop trying to find out. there's no guessing to truth anyway, and truth is really subject to time, moment and situation. the glorious beauty of wondering keeps you alive by killing.

what do you want to know?
how do you feel about everything now?

questions for questions seldom come, yet i find them so hard to answer. what exactly do i want to know? would you know the answers even if i knew the questions?

we all leave someday, one way or another.