How many times have I thought about things, only to be more confused when I let my thoughts out? It's almost as though some people enjoy confusing others. But it all made sense in my head.
I understood that I should move. Or stay.
I understood that I should run into his arms. Or run away from him.
I understood why he wanted me, yet why I needed to stay away.
And I understood why I felt an irresistible urge to be with him at all costs.
I understood the meaning of life and how to go about fulfilling that.
I understood it all.
When it was Here. In My Head.