why do you fail to understand me? i'm not who you want me to be; i'm just me. experiences, knowledge and nurture shaped me. they say the grass is greener on the other side - it always looks greener on your side and every time; i take a step towards it; i realise i'm just sinking in a greener illusion. can't we compromise and meet midway? the green seems more neutral there. maybe we're just meant to bypass each other and not to stay too long; maybe the meeting is just an encounter of the many more that await us individually.
