....... Just talking to myself. When I can't think of anything. I repeat my life's telecast on and it looks forever to me. From where it started, how it started, why it started. I tell myself it should be stopped but I can't help myself. It is a story I remind myself, hundred times a day, when I just can't be able to concentrate, to control myself, I feel all helpless. I always thought that this phase is just like any other mood swings but they never seem to went off the track to start a new journey. It was all the time, the same tracks, the same pebbles or puddles on my way that I really want to jump off from but instead of doing that they strike me hard everytime, though they are not my reflection but they reflect me, a studded, a stubborn which doesn't want to look other way around. It keeps on knocking me down as I walk forward. And seeing this, now my legs stammer like my silence. I want to walk but they hardly surpasses the beguiling ordeals. They are black cloaks in the shower of white rain. I want to talk but my words deceive me everytime before opening it to the trial session. I want to think but the thoughts have glued themselves over each one and there they became a clot to be thrown away from my body but a surgery won't be sufficient for their protest. #unedited #talkingtomyself #yqbaba
