the 'time' of 'unsaid words'..
tells a different story..
unsaid words - were love..
den dey became - bread crumbing..
den aplology
den leverage..
and finally - regrets.
as far as i what i hold...
is forgiveness...
and deya re always - forgiven..
but like happiness...
it also comes from - inside..?
for me it does..
and that might be a reason for the 'flow' of it all..
the question and the answers ..
seem to come from 'inside'..
but only wen - we are ready to 'listen'..
i think 'listening' : is the greatest sense of it all..
the voice, the tone and the words..
further thoughts...
the music has to be mediocre bollywood amit kinds..
it is what dey - prefer - elderlies 🤣