you told me that what i see, in my perspective is only the tip of the ice berg.

slowly, little by little, you tell me all these things, like dropping grenades right at my feet. and i just look at it, waiting for it to be blown up.

bits and pieces of this and that i know now have changed how i view certain things.

it's like you dropped a world's most gimongous bomb on me. and i'm still standing where i am, oblivious to my surroundings.

i just need some time to sort out my thinking and there are people out there who just don't know when to shut up.

yet, i feel that that time is never enough.

i'm just confused.

maybe ranting is not even enough for me.