mostly me...

i live in a city where people do not bother to stick their heads out of the windows. n' i do not quite understand how. not even their hands... their elbows. i travel in buses where most people do not stare at the seemingly fast moving streets when the bus is doin' 60. they do not get the feel of travellin' time because they do not look into the road from their windows. instead... they've a radio. i might get one too. i mean soon.

i live in a world where everyone agrees to - "Cancer must be fought"... n' still most of them ignores evolution. i hate dogs n' i mostly mean the pet ones. but i always find some resemblance of me with the stray ones. n' i'm sorry for them too. i love the ozone layer more than the blue skies... n' i rarely count the stars even when i'm mostly sleepless.

i suddenly start thinkin' like a person who is still readin' a book n' who has got just a few more days to live. n' i think... he mostly reads while arguin' with himself - "should i continue readin'?"... n' takes a scary breath when he turns one more page... not sure if he'll turn the next one.

i always switch off the lights when i want to cry. i couldn't yesterday though.... for i felt someone stole my tears. i regret losin' them too.

i'm mostly weird because everyone can't be wrong. n' this angst is mainly because everyone is not. there's frequent lapse of sanity in me... n' i encounter clarity breakdown often.

most people ignore me when i'm sad. there're still a few who confuses my sorrows with a joke. all my truths sound like fiction... n' my lies should have been real-er.

i dream about candlewick n' a hardwood floor. i think a lot about sex n' get turned on by women in red lingerie. i look for desktop friends n' i still believe inboxes should reveal your life. i fancy fog in spring time n' i've got memory ulcers too.