A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

March 01, 2009

I love my friends enough to take bullcrap from them. Even when it means I cannot tell someone what a completely supercilious twit he/she is, giving me the holier-than-thou act. Somehow I sense this deep sense of total insecurity in him/her that says that he/she is so unhappy to make his/her choice of path in life that he/she has to put up this front to think he/she is happy.

I feel sorry and that's why I let him/her get away with all that he/she says about me. Which is not nice, so as to tell.

Shows I have a holier-than-thou fixation too.


Casuarina said...

Aah, but then, don't we all ! :(

panu said...

heh. :D