some comfort

dear o dear

this is, comfortable.. isnt it?

this. whatever this is.


tell me.. if
you really can turn your back from this

tell me, cause
i am too afraid to harbor in its sanctum


..mmmmm... ^^

has not comfort slowly turns into calamity my friend?

the ever irritating tingling sensation beneath our skin, if left unsaid

the hanging frozen still air, when acknowledged..

towards a Question we both may/may not ready to suffice to


but of course you'd have to claim ur recognition
which of course i wud do nuthin but to give to you.
yet of course you'd have no intention to clarify
whatever you've made me look from within me.
..and ahh, my being upset can only help you be a better man
which am not ready to let you have that much too much out of me.
..if you're bound to be mine, you'd do what is neccessary.
in its rightful time.

yes yes

i know this much abt the universe

i know that much abt you

i know of myself not to wait for any longer than i shud

...

(or have i)