The night is young, and the mind is full of thoughts
The heart yearns for an ear
To listen with ‘hmm’ and ‘mmm’ is not the end
An exchange of hopelessness to hope
A discussion of insecurities to strength
A conversation on doubts and confusions to clarity
An ear, a heart, a mouth and a mind is all the night wants
Why do days move to a young night of hope?
To speak out my heart and mind into a mouthpiece aloud
Without the realization of being a psychopath
To talk, just talk
Un-judgemental, un-advising, un-condescending
Unlike anyone I have met
The more of Them I meet, the less of Them I want to talk to
Walking is the solace in unending roads
Notebook and pen the sentinels of my secrets and thoughts
Through words, thoughts get an expression
But Them I do not want any more
Without Them and happy is the way to walk
Maybe tomorrow the young night might unburden my heart and mind
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