I've clowned both the parts of the devout lover and the straying sinner. Right now, rest is all I need.

When tears fall , I take forgranted that emotions stream themselves toward me. When the ducts of ego, pride and experience batter at me ever too often, weeping seems afar and uncalled for. It's been awhile since crying appeared appealling and a source of freeing from bottled feelings.

And I thank you, for returning my emotions back to me.