off much deprived limelight

I'd like to speak. I'd like to scream it from the roof top of the nearest tall building.
I'd like so much to let it echo and hope you hear it and not react the way I know you most inevitably would.
I'd like to do it before my heart gives up on me.

But I don't.

I'd say it was ironic that it was called 'Id'. Maybe it was no chance.
The almost empty theatre was testament for many things that I wished and could not have. It prodded at that was left to linger in the mind and never brought to action. It would be nice to have more of the red light moments where they drifted into daydream and acted out. But there are none to shine red lights in real life when you need one.

I wanted to go but I didn't. All because the voice in my head insisted on not being an extra load.

Difficult circumstances call for foolproof solutions.
And that is why I'm going to go lighten this heavy heart and be rid of the bitter taste in my mouth with world class chocolate or green tea or rainbow sherbet =)

edit:

There were no answers at the bottom of the cup but there were a couple of smiles =)

minx wrote at4:19 PM
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