Into you like a train

Sometimes you're given choices. And it's when you have choices that life gets complicated.

Cos choices forces you to sit and think about what is it you really want, so that you'll be able to pick the choice that's right for you.

It gets complicated when the choice that you wanna pick does not match up to all that you want.

So you sit and mull it over with a drink in your hand. And when you're on to your 2nd, you say half the things you wanna say and leave it at that. Push a lil harder with your 3rd and well, everything else comes out.

But here's the thing. What happens when you take the jump to talk about things with a perconceived notion of how the conversation would go in your head, and the actuality is different from what went on in your head?

What do you do? Do you run and hide? Do you bite the bullet and do what you want to do, even if it's wrong? Do you have a 4th drink?

I wished I did all that. Instead, I left for home. But I think the parting said it all.

At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about.
Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer.
Some things are more than what you say. They're what you do.
Some things you say because you have no other choice.
Some things you keep to yourself.
And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.

Why do I have to be into you like a train?