wondering

I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer...

Sometimes you have to wonder until you start to wonder why you are even wondering.

Do you ever wonder, do you, why I loved you for such a long time, and still didn__ really know you?

Wondering is positive illusion.

Sometimes I wonder if other people think about death - frequently, or just in general. I wonder if they think about it casually, like they__e thinking of the weather, or if they think of it lying awake at night, haunted by their own thoughts. I wonder_ if they do think about it, do they ever think about their own death - the when, the how?

Well, this is how I feel: I want to live by the ocean but also in the forest but also in the mountains but also in a big city but also in the countryside. Do you understand me?