And I am surmounted by the never ending urge to write.
Write what I feel, what I think.
But do I really want to?
Do I want the world to know the thoughts I think?
I don’t want people to know my bare thoughts.
The fear of saying my most guarded secrets always remain. For my words always say much more than my lips would ever. Amongst these thoughts,
I know, I shouldn’t be bringing my thoughts into existence.
A paradox in itself.
And, therefore, I write my mind – only to myself; and allow a sneak peak into it, time and again.
Patience has forever been a virtue, isn’t it?
Wait, wait for me to reveal the thoughts that run through when I see you.
Listen to them as when I say it.
Listen to it as I talk today, for I might not say them tomorrow.
Listen to me today, for there might not be a tomorrow.
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