I want to be alone sometimes,
But I never said I wanted to feel lonely.
It's funny how people misunderstand solitude with loneliness.
But isn't that what people are generally good at?
At misunderstanding things?
I don't blame them though,
We're only human, we should remember that.
I misunderstood a lot of things too.
I overthink a lot.
Not because I like it, but because I'm trapped
In that pit where falling is infinite.
I'm forced to fall in love with falling,
An endless time loop where life is finite.
I'm frozen in limbo.
In the end, it's about the choice we make,
But what if we're trapped in the illusion of choice too?
