Borderless Whispers

On the cusps of thoughtless silence, we dream.

We dream of a life released from the burden of routine,

Alive in contextual creativity,

Breathing the warmth of familiarity, and subdued by the seamless movements of the mind.

Movements of mind which casts a shadow of longing for love,

Strayed happiness and a box full of normal, yet necessary distractions.

In the midst of comfortable silences, repeated compliments missed opportunities

And the haze of the unknown road ahead, she smiled.

“Let’s talk. Talk like tomorrow isn’t happening and yesterday was just the beginning”