To tell the truth,
I have nothing forward which I look to. There is nothing which fascinates me. Everything which I held as dear and precious; has turned on its head. There is nothing which is revealing. No mystery and only vanity.
I used to hold this world and its denizens in high regard. I had the feeling of peace and unity in my heart and mind. There was nothing which could take me away from this. And yet it too changed. World and “reality” transformed into its ugly beginning.
I sat on the throne of my demise; and made my grave a little more comfortable. I ate verily from my lies; and tore down the shackles of my own mind. I ran naked; onto the coming train of consequences. Broke down and cried, showed my true human side.
Life and Death, pennies for the ferryman. Looks favourable sometimes and shits head first every time. Lovers united only for the night for by morning, each have tasted the illusion of their selves through the other. So what would you make of all this trivial pursuits? What could I do, but tell the truth and wait for end complete. Simply revelling in my human side.
I have traced my origins. To the stars and beyond. Why be stuck here in this isolated love less life; when travel is what I was meant for? Why stand the mediocre; where I was supposed to shine and outshine a thousand times, why the farce of every day life; when my human side comes to the fore.