I was sitting in the corner, thiking of the quite times and there were noises everywhere, not natural; all made by madness`
It was confusing enough for me to go more deep- the search was in continuation for pure peace.
I, at first tried a seldome approach,
but only to know; t'was loathed with ego,
What can i do to please you, my little mind- I asked, why this much blue!
Nothing it told me and i found, nothing it ever tells you...
Yet i smiled- "if only it was about the color blue"
...the noises are still there but i've stopped thinking; and not rash they are now, but seem more soothing.
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