Should I speak my mind?
I speak when I speak; I speak sometimes about the unspoken. The question is when do I speak? I don’t know when but when I do, I have this uncanny ability to speak at length. Yeah! People find it unsettling when I speak so to speak. I know though I am not so sure if I am making sense but hey! I deserve the right to speak just like any other existing soul. For if I am stopped, for if I am warned, for if I am jolted and told not to at every instance, isn’t that unfair but yeah! who am I to say that. From what I perceive from the receiving end, I seem to have snatched what I believe has been snatched from me. I intend to stay good and after all, that’s exactly what counts to stay in the good books, of whom? I don’t know. What I know for the fact is that I just can’t seem to fall down in my own eyes, I love my senses, I love what seems at times impertinent and senseless to others. I don’t mind saying sorry if you will, if that suffices your ‘ego’, if that puts in a delusionally high state of life. God bless you!
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