Iknownothingatall

As the frailty of life tends to emerge, Cutting this fabric of gold which emcompasses truth. Selling at a loss. Depletion of reserve while negativity splurge. Ever deplored and snivelled. Never a sleuth. Gaze upon the ripples as if tidal waves in oceans. While always in wonder of the disturbing, disrupting drops. Face upon in current. A simple harmonic motion. No matter a grain, a pebble, or a rock. WHY! So wasteful in dissonance. The strife of hopeful waste. Charge straight ahead of this vile and depressing void and step into the light. Move away from this sempiternal gloom. Take it with haste. For Now is the only moment Lonely is alone, in fright. Love Everything! Everywhere! Everytime! Everyone! Open your soul to receive what is and give inexhaustibly. Soon, the unknown dark void will inevitably ensue our run. Be contented because life itself is your responsibility.

The first time... I have done a lot of mistakes in my life. However, I have no regrets. Somehow I feel that where I am currently is destiny. It may not seem as magically profound as in the movies, but I believe deeply that what has transpired, is. And the result is this version of me. I speak of versions of myself as I came to realise that sometimes, its second nature to not be who you truly are. People tend not to be themselves depending on the company. So versions of yourself tend to surface and your reaction and emotion towards something differs from the different connection you are having with the intended person. Well, how do I know my true self? It is shown in the glimpse when different situations arise. Reflection is the best way to understand this as the mind may seem to be clouded in the spur of the moment. You can find out a lot of yourself from your level of sympathy and empathy to the different body language you tend to suggest when you are in an eventful situation. ...

I cannot put into words how I really feel. How delightful my life have been with you. A connection so deep even reality seems to fade away in our denial of individuality. I am hopeful to be trapped, on a deserted island or even the worst of places, with you. My heaven. The only beauty that transcend in a terrible world of endless dissolution. I tend to disappear in your eyes. So open, bearing, yet full of mystery. Such a hypnotizing gaze in your train of thoughts as I fall deep through the hazel scenery. And your smile, oh how it radiates only to reflect upon my face almost instantly. The wrinkles on the edge of your cheeks, evidence of the endless smiles and laughter you present to the world. I get hopeless with every touch knowing instantly how your skin longed for mine. How our hands wet, forever excited to hold and keep in grasp. How your lips invites in soft supple movements while your kisses so subtly digging, planted deep within my essence. The smell of your hair trickling slow...

Hent my heart from wandering concepts of affection. Recant the murmurs of insecurity that riddled my temple. Like a slow wound toy awaiting release from a child's grasp and attention. Toss and birl, whipsawed into the oblivion of life's gamble. Take away this wretched knife in my side. A knife that twist with every incantation. Those bastards! Jackanapes! Stirring in the tides. Exordium! When I appear to disappear. Insouciance! This tire me into a gaumless breathing, beating whole. Furl all I can, these product of fallibility and madcap. As I breathe deep into a bibelot diamond. The centre of my soul, I feel the urge to plotz from reminders and blankets. As I indite a subtle line of assurance. I contrived. Culling into materials and conversations. I quelled. Forgoing this disposition. Finally, Peace has arrived. Retribution in it full essence. Salient though dishevelled.

Walking, shrouded by the echt loneliness of reality, I lost my gaze in the uniformity of chaos. Souls in slumber, malinger around with an ever dying goal in sciamachy, Rebellious against the fallacy within our Ethos. As I stepped across these vast edacity of desires, I alleviate myself from the conformity of reasons. Excavating myself from forced judgement and guile empires. Distant, detaching the maw for quantities of neologized Love. Returning to self. To inchoation. Susurrating under my breath while dulcifying my path. Does choice comprehend life or destiny an absolute notion? Drowning in mickle hopes while infinitely landing in the rough. Though sessile within this flesh, I confronted the banal of my actions, Experiencing the innate rebirth in an inane, fusty existence. It's just! It's just! Confused and flabbergasted in knowing only in fractions. I live dying in life, striving to thrive in absolute endless coexistence of inconsistent constants.