I want to write vehemently and cry vehemently.
With all the strength that is left of me..
For this mad rush inside my mind kills me..there is no clarity of thoughts.
If you see all those wandering within the white washed walls..rambling to themselves?
Well I could be very well one of them..
When the clouds of this madness clears a little bit.
I would break into a zillion pieces of sunshine.. I promise..
I identify with that..
ReplyDeleteIn the end, the mind doesn't matter. To both of you. What we think, doesn't matter, what they think, doesn't matter. We've all made choices. Already. there's something I say all the time: "fight it".
ReplyDelete@Twish: I disagree with you..The mind matters..even for what you say..the mind is important for us to fight..and choices..we have the choice to change what we have already chosen..and what we think defines who we are to a great extent..it is what makes you you and differentiates the two of us or any two people in this world
ReplyDeleteTurbulent.. I totally love you!
ReplyDeleteAsk me about white walls and shrieks in the head.
ReplyDeleteBut, I love them. I love my mind's idiosyncrasies. :)