Need To Move

And again, the questions strike like cards in Vegas. "Why don't you talk; why won't you talk; what aren't you talking?"

I'm the kind of person that likes to mash buttons sometimes, only because I want to see what happens. I like knowing that things are eventually going to be fucked, which is why I a cannot stagnate in economical relationships. I need to keep moving forward, but sometimes, and it's a bitch when it happens - - I go too far ahead; I go forward without understanding the now.

It is the attraction to the why; that is my chosen side-thorn. The whys and whats of the world.

Need to move forward. And it will kill me.