its like being on the outside looking in, or perhaps its actually the inside looking out.

maybe its how a goldfish feels in a bowling-ball shaped tank. or perhaps a voeyuer peeking into a house. but they're all not part of.

does anyone know what love is. its probably at its best when unrequited, salvaging it from the messy reins of reality. maybe thats why its the noblest emotion of all, tho i daren't say i speak from experience. it must hurt knowing that its so perfect because it could or might exist, like a spectre in the corner of one's eye. but if you try to look at it, it'll disappear.

*poof*