Dug a hole, thump the bore, flick a soul... No matter how we may try to inflict out the emotional sting, it is inevitable that sorts of pangs from hoolaboos and giddyaps may be experienced. More often than not, conflicts tend to outlive our identity and mete out our familiarity... That despite efforts to strive hard to hide and to form the scapegoats’ path, we usually end up losing our end... That despite attempts to modestly understand, we struggle to recognize why things fall unexpectedly into strews... That despite mere understanding of the reasons for such, it just can’t chase away the hurt nor does it call upon the sun when clouds of darkness loom over ... That despite sturdiness to wash over the dirt and tears off thy eyes from the sought after rain, shadows continue to cast before one... That despite everything, confusion brings back the pissing trepidation. Today. Halted. Procrastinated. Endured. Shattered. I am.
bofThu Jun 23, 2011 3:03 pm