Alone in a crowd

Monday, November 10, 2014 , 0 Comments

The vacant minutes, 
Filled by your thoughts
I wondered how to stop...
I wish there is a valve somewhere,
That I can turn off when the pain is severe. 
When there is some distance set between us,
When your thought rushes with force... 
I try to cover the miles with a song... 
Giving you the right to punctuate when prolonged. 

Viji

Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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