Words, feelings and tears… withheld.
Uncertain how it all began… why can’t it be just gone?
How is it possible to feel a strong urge of compassion? And then comes after a sudden hit of depression…
No one owes me the way I feel… it is only I, who’ll have to deal…
I won’t pass the blame and leave my heart in shame.
Silly… but sorry, I don’t play that kind of game…
Is there an art of suppressing an emotion?
Is it better than failing into a deception?
Delusions are my obsession.
Sometimes I had to resist the typical notion.
Can you translate a muted narration?
Step back or opt to a partial halt?
All that is written is just a draft.