sense

sense is such a beautiful word.

i sense something may mean that i see something.
i sense something may mean that i hear something.
i sense something may mean that i mean something.

something is pulling us apart. i know for a fact that something is.
assuming that i am the victim and you are the host, which may or may not be true or may actually be the opposite of what i say, we cannot stay this way for long. are we still reciprocating? i think we are. do you? it just when you just tell the blatant truth and i tell what i feel (or again, this may be the other way around).

does these make sense? (yes, sense... such a beautiful word)
it must.

you're just not hearing me out. judging without knowing the consequences. gathering a jury fed with incomplete statements.

btw, i won't write this if i'm happy.