What would happen?
If I committed my innermost thoughts to paper.
Who would read?
The deepest secrets of my heart.
Why would they?
Even think it... I... was worth their time.
When would I?
Have the time to write this, much less care it... me... enough to finish it.
How do they?
Go the ways they do, do the things they do, without showing the same feelings I feel?
Am I different?
Or am I learning about life right now, previously unaware of the blatantly obvious?
Where is it?
The person I seek... I'm not sure I'll find them until I stop looking.
I've been in my head for too long, I've gotta get out more.
