it's a black night and curious circumstances, or maybe feelings, circulate without strings attached or suitcases packed; i am alone with my mind at unease bellowing against the tender wind. uninformed ideas and such formed out of promises, more like assumptions regarding another, turn into weeping falsehoods.
beautifully written! :)
ReplyDeleteIt is normal. We all feel like that.
ReplyDeletethanks! (:
ReplyDeletei suppose you're right, Izdiher! is it the fact that it's shared that makes it normal?