spots.

Silence. We keep still. You know what i'm thinking. But only when my face betrays my thoughts. So close till you know exactly where it hurts and more of where it doesn't. Conversations out of courtesy, the beautiful person next to us is intrigued by mindless murmur of lips. I can't tell his race, mr pretty sharpnosebigeyesandfairskin.
Uncharted steps, unplanned frowns, we're getting somewhere. Late night thought dialysis cleans the mind, makes it more open to more dumbass nonsense. I think i get your motive, just don't get you or want to at all. Don't be bobblehead-doll.
Things are getting places, holidays are half way through. Fridays at cgh, briskwalking through the weekend, party life zilch.

yeh dooriyan
nigahon ki dooriyan