when u can't look a day forward

- I think we do right thing. -Good for our nerves.
- Good for our eternal souls.
-Bad for our stomachs.
- Not a fact.

When I think about each of us I think of maze. Maze with heavy sky over our heads where we try to paint crazy pictures on the walls. Imaging backgrounds and logic. Is there a way out of maze? Could be. But we’re to busy with thinking out rules of the world and way not to lead it. We don’t wanna be good. And afraid of being bad. Or contrary. Sometimes I think that we try too hard, connection is too deep and every touch can hurt. I’ve got my own painted walls in theirs mazes. The brightest, the most complicated, which I want to destroy or keep forever, hate or love the most. Like myself, like maze of mine.

there is a long time already when i just answer: i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. i don't know why. that's just what i feel. and i wanna be sincere to u.

that the only thing we can do for another person. be sincere.

- Yes, we’ve made a gentleman agreement. But unfortunately – I’m not among gentlemen…

(and dialogs are from Lubitsch film of course...)