I wonder at my desire to love people perpetually and unfathomably that everyone would want to stick by.
I wonder at the people who still yearns for an escape and run away.
I wonder at my stupidity to fantasize cartoon characters even at age of 22. and finding t he answers of questions like, do ideal matches exist?
I wonder if my ideal match, if there was someone of a like, was hit by a truck?
I wonder at the rationalism and realism, and the perpetuity thereof with which they force me towards themselves.
I wonder at my courage to break away and dream.
I wonder at my ability to drive people out of my mind, my life, my thoughts, my memories, once I’ve abandoned them.
I wonder at the element of missing them, which still remains regardless of everything else.
I wonder at the being too good myself, that i consider nothing good-er. and wonder if the people who miss out the obvious exquisite good-ness in me are blind?
I wonder if i live in the world full of blinds?
I wonder at the excess nobility that thrives in me.
I wonder at my lack of ability to express it to the world.
I wonder about my narcissism
and I wonder if it also includes you.
and I wonder at my wondering!