My fivish Tag

Sick and feverish as I am .. Tagged and will tag .. yup I will try to speak about myself now.. or some of myself anyway …

1 – My little heart :
My foolish heart , my ill heart .. my everlasting beating box with a single wish .. or maybe more.. it was called so many names all through the ages .. heart of gold , heart of stone , heart of ice .. a heart that can’t feel .. but well.. it is mine .. or I though it was
Keyless and melted .. it’s still there .. for how long ? I have noo idea . it is just there for now.. waiting to be prodded by a key .. maybe would get tickled by it.. maybe would deny .. or maybe .. just maybe .. would get all of that wish come true…..

2 – My little brain :
Funny little thing I have up there (yeah I realise I am calling myself a little minded girl)
Goes wild for days and days .. creates fresh and blue images of lakes , seas , sand , a cool sun .. and hot moon … a small voice would guide me then desert me in the middle of nowhere to find my way back with only stray little stars mocking my tears .. and a faint song .. a heavenly tune wiping those mocking laughter off cruel starts along with my tears (yes stars can be cruel.. in my own mind) I open my eyes .. and here I am .. safe in the warmest safest place I could ever be .. with you …
Goes stiff for days and days .. canon facts .. cruel facts .. the harsh voice of truth breaking all my attempts to wander in dream land .. forcing my tears down still…
Even when I dare to dream.. that mighty hand comes and snatches the light I always seek and I realize that I don’t really like that kind of darkness much…

3 – My lips :
They have proven to be the one thing that I truly express myself through .. and words are not always the way .. with little aid of the two brown windows above and foolish waving of long fingers … hmm.. and maybe a little swish from locks of hair..
My lips seek , my lips destroy , my lips sing , my lips smile , my lips ….

4 – My voice :
Hmmm.. I gotta talk about something that trivial at some point …
Squeaky , screechy , high , ooh toooo loud for a tiny person , but … screwing a song might be the way for me to say what I wanna say .. Move my lips to let out in others words what my little heart and what my little brain wanna say ..
I know .. lots of times it’s choked .. lots of times it fails to tell what my little heart and little brain want .. and that … that my friends .. is my mistake.. I am improving ,I swear I’m trying .. but the hearts and brains around me seem to have a little less patient that I wished they would.. still it is my job to keep up and not theirs to slow down ..

5 – My … self…
Well since I started everything with ‘My’ this seems to be a good closure …
Egoistic as I may be.. narcissan as I may be called or whatever it is ... still.. I like me , most of the times..
Me is foolish though.. needs guidance from the other me .. the one that gives me that marvellous sense of safety .. the one that me was all for .. the one that me is all still for ..
The one that is all that ..and much more, The me that my heart feels , my brain knows , my lips smile for and my voice names .. my dear me …


Me will tag Noura .. :D