Greys to Blues...

When will the man learn to realise that its not the answer to his questions he seeks out crying out loud but asking for another question in return. its not this question he seeks out for but a reliver to reassure his insecurities. why is it that going down the memory lane seems so fun but when we look at those dark shadows of times that surrounded when we were helpless and never learned from them and just smile it off.. BAD TIMES.

It all wraps up in this little heart and remains safe and warm within... I hoped and i still hope.. I thought no words, i got no words, i say no words... All i got is a little hope and in the twisted strands of this rope of life i see you as the loose end to untie this knot of insecurity and give me one moment of that exuberant fragrance where i can breathe my true life. Keeping the bowls of these crystals of unsavour ego at the bay i wait at the shore to see the waves take them away...