You're Everything but Questions, Today.

“I think I found you. And because I think that, I question it. Was it a mere glance? Was it a message? Was it an invitation? Was it you who was singing, for that split of a moment? Because something in me heard it. Heard it a like a Siren’s Death Jazz. Was everything so glittery? Or was it that I slipped on glass, again? Or was it contempt? Will I ever know? Is there any point to these questions? Whatever it was, that you seem to tell me, it will always be eternal. I guess, the next time, I will smile at you. Until then, I have but questions. “ - by indefiniteloop.com