Do I have any other choice? I am compelled to stand in front of you everyday out of boredom, and seek answers. You capture a live me, and make visible what is invisible to many, including me. Mirrors, I talk to you as a friend, and in return you just reflect my miseries.
I am a diagnostician but incapable of diagnosing my own wretchedness. There are times when I pick-up my Cornet but fail to create music, and you just stand all around me, showing me the obvious. When the lights are switched off, and I lay in my bed, I wonder whether your silence is animadversions on my ways to keep important issues at abeyance.
The sky is star filled, and I feel like standing on a rocky promontory and take in the fresh air and escape your clutches. But, breaking all of you never crossed my mind.
Edited by an12345678 - 15 years ago