Every action is a reaction that stems from another action. Would you dare profess and stake claim on knowing the inner workings of another?

Like a weaver spinning her yarn, you weave your fabric on a yarn stick of reasoning and morals. Could you have known of the nights spent in solitude and sorrow? Of the silent aching gnawing within the fold of one’s bosom?

This 2 faced nature disgusts me.

Then again, I might be wrong too. Every action is a reaction that stems from another action. Since I’m simply an outsider, witnessing as events unfold, how should I know what’s going on within you eh?