A strange feeling has spread over my being ... A feeling of every move being watched .. every step taken; counted ... Every breath analysed .... Every word spoken; repeated ... Every thing under scrutiny.
Liking the attention ... Watching my back is Big Brother anyways .... So no worries ... No hassles ... Am secure in the feeling that he does check every move I make ... and he ensures that I get the message loud and clear that he is there always ... as a Ghost watching my back and warning me always... in no uncertain tones of anything big coming my way .... Like a Tsunami warning system.
There is no substitute for being watched over .... Free surveillance system ... George Orwell's novel very well personified with Big Brother watching. The mystery unravels itself with each written word ... poor scared soul wondering what is it that she will spill the beans about? Literally every word under a scanner .... every statement torn apart to find the hidden meaning.... reading between the lines.
Know not thou that a woman's heart is an unfathomable Ocean ... many dark secrets lie within the deep recesses of the Ocean floor ... No one has seen the bottom yet .... pretty soon, each secret will be out ... every creature hiding brought forth ... and logged and registered .... a museum made of stories to tell... true stories indeed.
A strange feeling .... but a good one at that .... not one to be wary of ... but one that makes you look forward to it and living life underwater without gasping for air.
Liking the attention ... Watching my back is Big Brother anyways .... So no worries ... No hassles ... Am secure in the feeling that he does check every move I make ... and he ensures that I get the message loud and clear that he is there always ... as a Ghost watching my back and warning me always... in no uncertain tones of anything big coming my way .... Like a Tsunami warning system.
There is no substitute for being watched over .... Free surveillance system ... George Orwell's novel very well personified with Big Brother watching. The mystery unravels itself with each written word ... poor scared soul wondering what is it that she will spill the beans about? Literally every word under a scanner .... every statement torn apart to find the hidden meaning.... reading between the lines.
Know not thou that a woman's heart is an unfathomable Ocean ... many dark secrets lie within the deep recesses of the Ocean floor ... No one has seen the bottom yet .... pretty soon, each secret will be out ... every creature hiding brought forth ... and logged and registered .... a museum made of stories to tell... true stories indeed.
A strange feeling .... but a good one at that .... not one to be wary of ... but one that makes you look forward to it and living life underwater without gasping for air.
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