I always saw life as something like a book. Something to be figured out, read, understood. I always thought that there was a certain way for everything. That one person could read the whole book, and figure out all the problems.

How stubborn I was...

Not once, did I ever come across something that I couldn't put into words. Everything had a purpose, everything could be out-thought. I was believed that if you thought hard enough, you could understand the world.

The world, however, is tiny compared to the things that we feel. Emotions, for example, are always going to be out of question.

It was a one sided race, and I was clearly losing. I tried all forms of knowledge, questions, examples, racking my brain to find a logical answer. But some things can't be figured out. They just happen, because they do. Nothing can stop it, because no one knows what starts it.

Smart. Intelligent. Bright. These are words of compliments to the ones that read Life's books. The ones that believe that they could capture the smoke with their bare hands.

You called me smart. Complimented my knowledge. But I have you know, I'm not smart.

I tried so hard, and failed so miserably. I tried to be smart, but then realised that it doesn't exist anymore. Not when it came to this.

Ignorance may not be bliss, but Knowledge is never power.

Because there will always be things that knowledge will never understand, and the knowledgable will always fail at discovering.

I tried, eventhough it was stupid. And I lost.

I tried to think, but there was nothing to think about anymore.

All of the books in the world couldn't make me any smarter when it came to this.

This just proved how unintelligent I am.

For falling in love with you.