An Unexpected Hello

it only takes 57 seconds to put a smile on my face
57 seconds to put hope back into my heart
57 seconds to take it all away

Jean dropped me a line via email earlier today. He said: Don't you feel that your writing is being restrained since "somebody" out there could be watching? Just a thought. Hmm... if i were to fall prey to the delusions of my inner paranoid being, each sound that i hear would merit something and that's just not healthy. Besides, I cannot be held prisoner to absolute restrictions forever.

though i promised not to worry
i also promised not to lie
you're in my thoughts each moment
but its thoughts more happy than sad

i need to get back to writing. i'm getting dull again....