There is more, much more… but I only see the preview. And I can never tell what this is about. Is this already the main scene, or am I suppose to make a conclusion based on these illusions. I need more.
There is more, much more… but it feels like I’m picking cotton, getting ripped up for the smallest bit of softness. There are so many questions that I’m left in. I don’t know what to ask for. I need more.
There is more, much more…but when I think about what it means to want more, makes me wonder why I have that feeling, why I prayed for this, and what will it mean in the grand scheme. I need more.
There is more, much more… but I cannot even imagine that which I’m longing for. Like a psychotic episode truth be told, I’m losing my sanity just to find out what’s best for me. I need more.