Listening to: Knock on wood, The Mighty Mighty Bostones
Thinking of:
"I am confused... the one person that’s ticks my curiosity is the same one I ignore. The one whom I wish to speak to is the one I reserve my words... Questions? Aplenty... It's too hard to ignore... What I want to gain, I do not seem to set myself to obtain. What is this game we're playing? Questions? More than before... The one my eye longs to see is the one I just glance through. Images spinning in my head, ideals circulating through my mind… I don’t know what I should do, it’s too different, yet so similar. "
Those were some thoughts I had while I was waiting for Umut and Sophia at the Arts Center before I went with them to this Nasyid performance on Thursday night.
Thinking of:
"I am confused... the one person that’s ticks my curiosity is the same one I ignore. The one whom I wish to speak to is the one I reserve my words... Questions? Aplenty... It's too hard to ignore... What I want to gain, I do not seem to set myself to obtain. What is this game we're playing? Questions? More than before... The one my eye longs to see is the one I just glance through. Images spinning in my head, ideals circulating through my mind… I don’t know what I should do, it’s too different, yet so similar. "
Those were some thoughts I had while I was waiting for Umut and Sophia at the Arts Center before I went with them to this Nasyid performance on Thursday night.
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