Astro

Superfluous are in galore, aplenty, myriads in heaven of deceits. Life would never be identical. Every single breath is sooooooo full of disdain. Yesterday there was a kid in the corner. Yesterday it was all, all over.

When its time to pamper in silence, perhaps a shredded memories is a all I have. Dappled after dappled of chanting misery sans bright and breezy testament lurking in the corner of figment soul. Illuminating on the milky way. Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but the journey will be full of pain, vice versa.

Or perhaps its only a trolling phantasm?

Time to recoup my soul, I reckoned. We’ll see where it goes. For a while. Or forever.

Tata.