Words, have always soothed me when no one else could.. There's this uncertain, unspoken melody about them that binds me..however fragmented or distraught I may be. Something which reigns me in , my unrelenting hysteria, like a huge lodestone. At times I am hot-headed enough to resemble a piranha ..... Anger is tearing at my seams..and then suddenly, the simmering wok of wrath gurgles out..as benign phrases which belie nothing of the searing within.
Words....though rumoured...have never failed me..
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