I seem to be losing track of the ticking hands of the clock and the day of the year as the endless chain of reoccurring days and nights follow one after the other and my judgment seems to have blurred overtime. My thoughts seem to tether away like the result of a trickling peculiar line of an uncommon doodle of a very disinterested perception and i am pretty sure i cant resurrect what i was actually pondering over formerly to begin with.
It is simply the act of vanishing away into thin air where you cant refrain from emptiness. After all one becomes such a fragile helpless being once it's delicate pieces are taken apart and their vanity is showcased in crystal clarity like a drop of blood on a white spreadsheet of mortality.
The notion of resistance has acquired quite a taste for a well made mistake. I stumble upon your cracks of distorted trailed off flames with the reluctance as shallow as your frame of intellect.
I am hauled back into reality with a sudden displacement of my trail of reflection and strangely I find myself contemplating the uncertainty of things. As for now, I am cautiously folding away from vile insanity.
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