so i hate how i don't know everything - but if i do, then i would most probably be bored.
a friend told me about Krall - i didn't know her before - now my skin knows her, and i'm suffocated by her - no, its not factuals that i crave - it's verges of everythings .. borderlines and mishaps .. and trees, and how they shade stars on their respective grounds - that i share.
and i really, really want to touch your fingers - sometimes, when you're not talking
and i want to learn, for it becomes the only consolation .. to not knowing - the thrill of littleness and goosebumps of more -
you will find me here,