i hope you have not forgotten about me

lately, i've been wondering how i came to this point, where there are not enough words to translate the wrenched feeling inside my weakening heart. could it be aging? that may cause the lack of passion..

i was washing my hair in a cold cold shower, steady streaks of cold water running through strands on my hair, it felt good, (p/s; the weather is changing to a slightly temp, i'm glad) thoughts came flowing just like the pipe water. i recall the times my words get lost in translation. it's funny how when you say something plainspoken and then listener takes it, dissect it and reassemble them into something else, however distorted it is from the original version.
oh well, i can't change others, just like how i can't change my true colors to complement the shades of someone's glasses.