Why do we talk in circles? Those long and pretentious verbal exchanges goes on for eternity, all just because of the underlying reservations we harbored within one’s self. Is this not an epitome whereby both parties decided unanimously by an unwritten rule to abide strictly by the ritual of courtesy when conversing? If so then is it again an attempt to mask our own fear and loathing, insowhich perhaps our true self is so abominable and despicable that we permit ourselves to undertake such cruel and excruciating cognitive dissonance, to evolve into such highly motivated state so as to generate this weak excuse to convince us that being patient will carry us safely through the Tsunami? How many times have you felt that there are no more areas left for sublimation to take place anymore? When are the days where you have had enough of oscillating between the lapses of regressions and recuperations that despite being exhausted you are still condemned as neurotic? Why did you have to dream about living as a musical box instead, where it is easier to take the cue to speak only when being pry opened, but only to your own dismay to find that all in all you are not allowed to speak about anything else albeit the fact that we all have a theory of mind rather than merely a fixed program in the heart of larynx that is only capable of replaying in a verbal loop?

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