The Silence of My Voice

Hello. I frequently wonder how did we become immaculate at being silent? Possibilities are an infinitely scary thing. Even scarier, when hidden under silences. Each of us have an array of possibilities of who all we could really be, what all we could really do. All of us, at some point, have abrogated our ideas with the mundane connotation of  'some day'. At the end of every day, we're all that's left with ourselves, with all the eurekas we're hiding in the bookmark bar. The amount of paper boats which landed in a bin with my eurekas are innumerable. And, I regret being nescient, by not ever caroming them off of people around me. Such as yourself, people aren't the same everyday either. All of us grow by varied degrees everyday - but we do grow. If at all, you can't define what you were in this past year, I'd say you've grown enough to not be boxed in by stiff descriptions. I can say this, for when I look back on the past year, there aren't...

Hello, The-Pretty-Guy-At-Breakfast, I'd spotted you at the buffet this morning. You were sipping from a mug steaming something, coffee or tea, I don't know. Well, I'll like you even more if you assure it was coffee. Yeah, I liked you. No first glances thing. Maybe observing you through your breakfast did it. You were even there beside me as you ordered the chef the way you wanted your omelette. Sans cheese, sans onions, lots of chilles. Quite contrary to the one I like. Not that I'm going to tell you how. I'll leave it to you to figure it out. It was funny how you like your breads toasted only on one side. You folded your omelette appropriately and places it on your half toasted bread, and sliced the grilled tomatoes and ham into quarters and further  loaded them onto the omelette. And you picked it up like a pizza slice and nibbled it down to nothing. Speaking of, your perfectly sculpted lips making out with your food for each bite pulled me further closer to yo...