blinder than black

i could write a love story and try to convince every single reader that i know what i am talking about. but the truth is, when it comes to love, nobody knows what they are talking about.

there was a single thought in my head : keep thinking. thinking would keep me alive. but now that im alive, thinking is killing me. thinking, the mind, to be specific, is border-less. you could think until the end of time and there would still be more to think about...