just like that, a slip of the tongue floods back dispair and hatred in a less than 10 secs of an entire lifetime.
Just like that, i let go of such ties i thought grew deeper and thicker than my own spine.
Its saddening, yet humble in the way that it came out so soft with mellowy mimes.
Not everybody matures easily, for some it goes down to a hard life based on an unexpectingly twisted timeline.
Am merely a simple poet, i merely write poems based on my emotions at that particular time.
twist words for a rhyme, take my sweet time expressing me in every single line.
i keep alot to myself, hide meanings in phrases that to a mere reader ought to be blind.
but every snake shades its skin at some time, just as realisation and rejection at some particular time comes to one's mind.
its never felt this good writing poetry, i guess with time it ferments stronger than grape wine.
av never been sensitive about stuff, but now seems to get harder placing a smile to theoretical and practical lies.
in my own world am a monk, meditating in solidarity as i transverse through the heavenly skies.
levitating to a higher being, levitating from the cradle of live i thus strived.
but to be or not to be, is not a simple question as it seems to be.
to choose right from whats not, isint as easy as counting 123.
to see and to feel, are two emotions so close yet their meanings stretched further than a-z.
i may be blind to what i feel, decieved by those i see, lost to those i once heeled, but in the end...thats how i am me, thats the only factor that reminds me that am not a mere dream, am real.
