excuse me while i get my act together.
( i fell apart a moment ago at the mere sight of your name )
why do i need a reason?
well i say no more whys
and no more reasons—
if we lived on Tralfamadore…
(we could be the spectacle in the zoo)
then everything would simply be.
and i could relive any moment in time,
that would always happen exactly as they did,
and i wouldn’t regret any of it.
i will always hold back from reaching you
but maybe there will be one time
when i will always talk to you.
( are you looking for the whys? are you looking for the reasons? )
i have a feeling you believe in free will as much as i do.
…so excuse me while i stop living in fiction.
because whether or not there’s predestination
i will keep biting my tongue.