I don't want to be your friend...

Everything is fragile and fleeting. There is a certain kind of beauty in the unpredictability of life. I had a dream where I was walking in a big victorian house full of strangely decorated rooms. I kept looking through the house trying to make sense of it all when I reached a door that had a wooden hand as a doorknob that you had to shake in order to get in. As I slowly opened the door I instantly realized that in this room lies my future. Here I was presented with an option of having a peak as to what will become of me, but for some odd reason, I consciously (in my sleep) declined the opportunity to have a glimpse. I don't care what the future holds for me and I don't want to know even if I had the chance.

Who cares if we are tip-toeing on the thin ice or living in a house of a cards. I don't want to be your friend, I just want to be your lover...