It has been a while since i posted. Thats because there are a million things in my head calling out for my attention. My feeble voice talking to myself often is drowned by the noise of others. But i can hear myself sometimes. Sometimes 
I had a lovely day. Very quiet. Very gentle to me. I ve almost forgotten how much I love my own company. Most of my day goes in the effort of being invisible or useful that the clutter in my head clanks at every nook and cranny.Not music but noise. Not company but boredom.
I very rarely do what I really feel like doing, so much so that I have forgotten what I like to do. I like sleeping till I wake up myself. I like the balconey so much on quiet days. Like clean dry bathroom floors, I like happy thoughts in decluttered minds.
No one stops me from having all this fun with myself but I stop myself when others are there. Almost like I despise an audience for the best side to myself . I dont really know why. Of all the walls I have ever accused people of having, the largest one is mine.
Out of the many days in a year, there are just a handful of days when I smile at myself in the mirror in the mornings. Today was one of those days. And I love my smile. It is mine and I see so many people in it.
So says who