"It looks like I'm not "opinionated" "enough," right? Remember you've had too much of it that you thoroughly stayed blind for decades?"
"Cause the numbers are greater there; it seems like no word is said. Or is that at least I would listen? It is funny how, too, this generation has no volume control for loudness, but that doesn't mean there won't be any outliers. The thing is, you're just self-revealing and relieving. Do that. In hindsight, you sure can. In the meantime, it's throbbing, but it's not overbearing or anything, so it's just the soft form of saying I don't give a damn".
"Outgrow these adamantly skewed and suspicious automatic moves. There are better cards to play."
"You forgot how I had to hold grudges instead? The words, the stories, the passive taunts, and the tantrums? And how my beloved's time and energy were worthlessly wasted, and I can hold 1001 grudges and act passive about everything?"
"Cause the numbers are greater there; it seems like no word is said. Or is that at least I would listen? It is funny how, too, this generation has no volume control for loudness, but that doesn't mean there won't be any outliers. The thing is, you're just self-revealing and relieving. Do that. In hindsight, you sure can. In the meantime, it's throbbing, but it's not overbearing or anything, so it's just the soft form of saying I don't give a damn".
"Staying thousands of miles away and not sowing and growing at least one bud, having no clue about the reality. And pushing him into it. Neither did they have to shed tears for entering it, nor will you kiss the truth. Ultimately, goodbye. Distances shoot high between the hearts and, indefinitely, the mind."
"There is no question of taking sides. At all. It's not that you are naive about all that they've meant, done, and implied. And these (smirks) are just OFF. None are fine. Like a bird sings to your ear endlessly, what more to be clearly said and enunciated to the fullest? This is something you must know that I've already seen this coming. Provocation and washing off of the hands, right? For once, have you ever said it as it is, and did you ever hold on to anything that it is? I mean, I know you wouldn't. When your hands are in, too, it's brittle, right?"
"That day, you remember like no other time you called up and kept on blabbering a gazillion things that essentially meant you didn't know that the one went in the interest of "safeguarding" and eventually, had to vouch for the great thing they've done in a way that they ultimately fell out? Cause you won't lift the call at all and are endlessly busy, the nights of awful discomfort you give me with your loudness are conveniently past. Out of your spite, you technically didn't go any far despite the reality. That piece of place would go where, puh-lease."
You've been doing stuff and working things since morning; still, you hear 'em saying, "oh, wakes up late," "oh is so slow," "oh, dresses so well when going with this one but not that one" and just as you get to sit for a while, "oh that one is doing it all alone."
"Oh, 'em said so? The nth time when you can't stop bashing and pushing stuff on 'em. Not wrong actually, cause there is none to give, and this can't be better than mouth fully spreading it out loud, ahem."
"What was I told about you and anything else? Good question. For once, you let one utter a word. Not what marginalizes the reality to a couple of incidents showing the ultimate self-drumming. Just Nah. Not perpetuating venom out of great half-knowledge. And never provocating to wash off of the hands."
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