It’s just another ordinary day.
The heart and mind have a clash, then they reach an agreement.
An agreement on the words the mouth shall spill.
Then it starts.
The words are being released.
But the heart and mind are at it again.
The timing is always ever so perfect.
And it’s always a little too late.
To pull back those words, to close the gates, and to stop the outpour.
Now, the words are free-flowing.
They start to lose their sense of meaning.
The ears can’t comprehend what they hear, for it is all gibberish and in mere vain.
Because the heart and mind are at crossroads now.
They choose to switch off to hibernate, with the words hanging mid-air.
Just like now, just like any other ordinary day.