We of the fluttering soul.
We who grind our teeth
to your joyous beat
and rejoice when you are grounded.
We who never slow down
and trample your soul
till our green self cackles.
We love our mediocrity.
and we would love
if you would be a part of it.
We on our pendulum of apathy
We have bartered stillness of our hearts
for restlessness of our mouths.
Silence is best served as shards
and spaces between us, as words.
~ Roop Majumdar (FB friend)
