To know everything was once my only dream. There’s no harm in that.
Somehow, i thought of it as my power and advantage against any other kids living in our street. Mischievous as it seemed, but it was so fun and giddy and benign.
They outshone. The things that came through my little brain became so much that i had to shut it. I had to cover my ears to prevent myself from knowing. How could such a power turn into a curse? So much revelations kept me awake as people kept filling me in – with twisted plots and dilemma. How exhausting.
You knew the answers i used to need. I have had enough of them. To really prove the misery of life is within my reach but i am choosing not to disclose any more evidence – I would not be able to handle it.
If it costs my peace, i’d rather not know anything.
grace 