I wonder what goes on through another's mind.
Is it safe or is it a dangerous place to be?
One cannot really know unless they are them unless they are in their shoes.
What have they gone through? Why do they act the way they do?
Questions will never be answered they will never really be known.
All you can judge is the outside but not what matters the most, the inside of them.
As one goes on in life we encounter other people.
Question who they really are and what their story is like.
Not realizing that the only way to really know someone is through their own memory.