The Lost Conversation ~ 2
I talk. I talk to the sea or the mountains or a pillar or a tree but not you
Because I've this fear of being right or wrong, fear of being judged, being labeled.
I'd say and I'd regret, or may be I fear of being misunderstood.
No, may be not being understood at all.
May be I told you everything and you loved me for being me,
But then you never wanted me to be me.
I need to stay silent but I crave to speak.
No I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to myself.
This is getting oblique, I've to stop. Forget it, it's nothing.