Imprudently Inclined

At dawn this morning, after weeks and weeks of trolling hallucination, I woke up with an impious smile. Infusion of all good deeds, maddeningly lovable in my mind. Agilely, im blown out by the proposition, the basic tenets of youth. Rowing my dogma in the different personas of spurious sinister. A stigma of plain and colourful. Bare and stripes. Hazy in the pack. Deep deep inside the miraculous gale lantern of the lighthouse, far far away in the never never land. Shredding the last forte of my quill. I am tortuous. Infatuation of love. Period.

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The phantom of torment and dreamland, emerge, rather in the constitution not audible for us. Auspiciously endeavored in the line of incognito poignant. Blend and bland. We live in our own frolicsome heaven, we live in our own tetchy hell. Subconscious of the luscious. The direction of this unhappiness undoable sustained the substance. Its an easy virtue to fathom. For me, clown is the saddest human in the universe. We shall make do with what we have, let live and don’t let die.


"Maybe we'll live and learn , Maybe we'll crash and burn" – Ordinary People : John Legend.