Below where the mundane aspects of today form the jigsaw puzzle near your feet, do you try and tear your eyes away from the theatrical rhapsody or do you engross yourself in it, so much so that you forget that alarm going off in a faraway dreamland , was,but, meant for you to chase away the almost breathtaking and spectacular helplessness of those you can only fathom to know and of those whose half fed stomachs, churning out obscenities in front of the gone-cold hearths have served you forgiveness and accusations, simultaneously?
When the shining sweat on those foreheads answer your queries, if you had any, in the first place, I hope you find out that fertile patch of sand strewn earth that has been nourished by the severely ignored mundane flashbacks of the day you took away their own tongue and sold it to the barking dog that threatened you to give up on sensibility.
Obnoxious, indeed.
Such accusations that can only dream of making it towards the eternity after having been suspended with the dust and soot, as waves whose crests and troughs you've, but, only read in your thick hard bound copy of someone's deductions, never actually made it to your thicker skull.
Alas!
You hate the sound of fluttering plastic, of course you do, and I don't blame you because it disrupts your sleep that came in real late to you after the mind numbing and mind boggling colours you saw in patches and shapes on your television screen.
But, they sleep on bricks, you know?
The ones, you probably threw away when you tore down that wall separating your balcony and your room and that fluttering sound of plastic? #yourquote#yqbaba#yqdidi#yqtales#yqquotes#yqpowrimo
