...and she stood in the doorway, eyes downcast, lips pursed, hands listlessly moving through her hair, lost in thought, and no, she wasn't admiring the sunset, she was waiting for the night to pass her by...

Silence
Submission they took it to be
The mouth
Gagged, the knot double
Hands
Tightly bound, the ropes cutting into flesh
The sore
Festering, unattended
Silence
Grossly misunderstood
Nerves,
Frayed, precariously vulnerable
Akin to
A volcano on the verge of eruption


(I exAAAAggerate for the sake of verse)

All and sundry, they tell you to be patient, and some of them, unfortunately, sermonize whilst holding the reins of your destiny. They speak of times that shall come very soon, and oh yes, they are not proved wrong, "those times" do drop in for a tête-à-tête, apologising profusely for being late, but alas, by then, the tea has turned cold, and the association not relished as much.

If there ever were to be a Nobel Prize for patience, no prizes for guessing the worthy recipient, but the award is posthumous, mind you. Things take time. Especially things that have an upper hand in deciding your future.

Current Music - Vellai Pookal - Kannathil Muthamittal
(A soothing song, if there ever was one)