why do we need to compulsively follow the necessary 'pleasantries' and 'decorum' cloaked in interested questions that act only as an appendage to personal ego..
words become our compulsive attempt at 'visualizing heartspeak'.. that each 'person' relates to by filling their own hues.. sketching their own outlines.. forming their own visuals.. just a few words translating into myriad tiny pictures 'enriched' uniquely..
bonds are always fragile.. even with ourselves.. a 'strange' self trying valiantly to recognize itself in the winds of time.. to find itself in the constancy of an introduction that would remain their truth.. what remains 'constant' are those moments 'lived' in pockets of time.. as you move on.. holding a smile here.. a hand there.. unraveling the petals of memory.. do not rue what 'evaporates'.. for it's those tiny drops that drench with renewed life..
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