the mind stops jumping over the walls
no more questions,
asked in continuous loops to keep you idle
and trapped in the prison of your mind;
though, you still feel them leak through the cracks every now and then--
to and fro through the winds they quickly get lost in,
unbeknownst to your preoccupied mind
you effortlesly float through the space where your memories live,
unresponsive to the surprise another part of you is displaying with a question,
wouldn't we usually be scared of some of these?
you laugh and, with a meticulous need of understanding, float on
i don't know, you reply in a sedated tone, it's just another world.
YOU ARE READING
a book about me & my emotions
Random"I have aspired to expression, all these years, elegant past the most eloquent word. But here now our tongue dries into maggots as we continue our slimy death and grin. Except today it is fashionable to scream of pride and be...
