Alright, you win, we don’t really know what we want, but oh surprise, neither do you! I don’t think you do, you can’t fool me.

The truth is we love being surrounded by the uncertainty of the next second; we love those tense quiet moments that we hate so much. The spaces between words, the place between wasted stares in which our best answer is probably a smile, but still we end up saying really stupid questions. What is that? Are we supposed to give it a name? Maybe not, giving names is not my style. Specially, how can you give it a name when you don’t have anything, maybe an idea or two of what can it be, but not really a definition by itself.

Maybe, if we knew something more about the other side of the equation, if we knew about the mysterious ambiguity surrounding every inch of or beings, then maybe, we would have a clue, maybe I would.