Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting around for somebody to give you flowers"
Monday, April 11, 2011 || 10:02 AM
What makes a conversation?
Voices get swept up at the ends of my vocal cords, pushed back to my inner self.
Do you ever had this phase, whereby, you really have nothing to talk about. In the company of people, you are absorbed in your own trail of thoughts, thoughts which seemed to come from nowhere, have no specific source, random bits and pieces your brain is picking on from everywhere. And you, are chewing on them, while silently appreciating presence of that someone else. You have no idea how to share that particular jumble of mental process.
If this is presented into tangible objects, it would represent a splash of potpourri.