Sleepy heads talk nonsense or in a daze always speak the truth, closer to conscience. It's funny in the most real state with wide open eyes we can feign to our friends what a brilliant life we are leading when inside most of us are actually suffering from dilapidated hope.
Are outbursts good for you? Or are they killing you, and making you weak?
Most times the heart wants to say something but does a complete volte-face. But I do think, does it ever regret it? In moments of desecrated vengeance, there is some hope for them to regret what they did. Intentionally or otherwise. But whatever it is, it hurts some people, because of their razor sharp remarks, that could even maim a cold-blooded hitler.Or even silence can be a severe punishment meted out to someone who happens to be your best-friend.
Music is where I live, and the words are my clouds and I am most happiest listening to the peace that I receive from floating in one of those far away dreams, where you can read my conscience from my eyes, and tears from my smile.
