off much deprived limelight

It's the little things that strike you sometimes and you find yourself lost in a flurry blur of things. It catches you in mid-sentence, freezing your words, crystallizing your thoughts and therefore rendering you helpless. You seem to need to catch up but all you feel like doing is sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk of a busy street, determined not to budge. So what if it sounds crazy? So what if its unheard of? Sometimes all that matters is your heart's desire; however mental it may seem.

But what if what you want and what has to be done will not sign a peace treaty?
And what if you're suspended in the middle of torture but your screams are cleverly masked with silence?

That's when you decide whoopeedoo. let's go hysterical! Because the Blues are afraid of weird, mental thoughts and ideas. Heh.

If only you would sit with me and listen to my heart's whispers, hug them close and draw sad smileys in the sand with me.

minx wrote at11:41 PM

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