ever had that point of time in your life when everything convinces you that people have their own versions of reality and truth?
my version of truth, you ask? silence. (bonus: comfy white salwar, milkshake in one hand, a book in another, and voila. )
when the mouth shushes and the heart speaks, that is when you LIVE.
it feels like nothing & eveything all at once.
it feels like a splash of waves of serenity, peace.
it feels like the adrenaline rush when you hug your lover after ages of separation. it is beyond the idea of wrongdoings and rightdoings, of worldly pleasures and lust, of here and now.
it is SOME thing. it sure is.