if i untied my senses will you sense like me??? where will they lead me??? sometimes i wear a cloke of sanity and paint my tongue with shallow words to let them understand ..... but it reflects only them ... not me ... though i only draw myself in you when i'm painting my portrait, it's not you no matter how beautiful you are .... it's me no matter how ugly i might look like compared to you ..... it's all my feeling about you ..... now i'll tear you up and come out to a life of only my vagabondage of thoughts .... rebellious minds .... sometimes a frightened tongue only shuts this mind up .... but it never blinds a third eye ...... this is surely not a silent farewell ..... it's just a shift .... direct for long ..... time for me to talk .... and i don't have to paint my tongue with holy colours to be of credibility .... and i don't have to paint my words with shallow titles to make u believe .... i will reflect myself ..... not you ......