At the strike of noon, the jingles of the charms went off.
Did one knew what was going to face after a night of tossing in the bed? Signs came too late ?
The conversation sparks off...just wanted to know the answers.
It felt like a slap on the face with every word articulated.
Can't ask for more when one is not entitled too. Yet where do one stand in this swirl of emotion? Can't compare the joy that was brought by another.. both are different yet are similar. Bursting into tears the moment embrace was felt. The wall came crumbling down into pieces. Not that special at all, afraid. Questioned if such a ride will draw ones blood. Will it be cherish? How to balance when walking on such thin ropes?
One was bruised by the facts that cannot be sorted out. Credentials, any left to spare with kindness ? One cannot have the best of both worlds all the time.
-= A liTTle Crazy worLd =-
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