A: Fewer Doors And Lesser Windows

Fewer doors and lesser windows

Speaks two by one to the other.
Freak is what you are
Are you telling me?
Hey no I wouldn't dare to comment on what you call your own.
Personality wise there may be a fault though.
With pleasure did I suck on the last cigarette of that night which I
promised myself to be the last forever.
The next day I kicked myself.
No more though and it wasn't an option to pick up from where I had left
before.
When I was talking to myself that night, it was like talking to a
stranger.
Something had changed and my stress levels were at an unusual
high.
When I closed my eyes I saw the desert, empty space, some bushes and a
deep and peaceful quiet that I longed for.
Perhaps there was a face of a girl I hadn't met yet, hovering above,
with an intriguing smile which seemed meant for me.
Had I asked for this?
Not to my knowledge.
Not this time.
The timeless moments are those that count the most, was what I
thought.
Proof me wrong if you can or care.
And yes, of course I dare you.
There it was again.
Aggression.
I felt confrontational then.
Ready to get up and fight for something, anything, just to make a
noise.
I believed in making a noise at times.
It seemed important to make a noise sometimes.
To be loud and be noticed.
You an exhibitionist someone asks.
Not to my knowledge but who knows whether or not there may be some
tendencies, hidden from myself, till you come along to tell me who I
am.