Free me

A guy who reads the daily manual of life with connotation of love. Life plays a genteel crossword for me every day. Sunday morning I open hidden latches of my heart and let the sunlight to sneak. Holding a sweltering cup of tea and round up on my study table. My head cries for some quality easy listening. In the classic yesteryear rock culture of The Kinks song`waterloo sunset`, i regaled in its cadence. I am again engulfed with awkward bouts of loneliness. Sleazy dreams voicing with loud thud and pestering me to stream it down. Exactly i don’t know how to tweak my random stout thoughts .Taking a pen and sketching and scribbling. Slinging some mental image into comics sketch with all the quintessential elements to kill my boredom. I am too lazy and i some kinda want this epiphany of moment to seize. Carpe diem rousingly crimson out from my head and demanding for my participation .
I wish that i could have this moment for life like a perpetual flowing river.
Prologue echoing, whispering to write about you. Words i pick want to be swathed in you. Lord I take a humble step to extol your beauty. As I try, heavy dose of nostalgia bugs me. I can’t write . i don’t know what`s churning inside you. A kodak moment oozes out as your image runs amok inside my head. Fuck it’s you slowly seeking all my attentions. Many calculated unkemptness feelings are trying to escape from my passionate clinch. Words breaths and escapes my mouths. You are squatter, who feelings are uncalled. You face wildly humping, my beautiful .come demolish the barrier ,what`s holding you. Let our heart conjunct. Come align the reluctant stars of yours. My darkened insatiable sky is growing with an unease. Recoil me, your love is my balm. These games you play gnaw me as I bask in your thoughts. I can`t embroil more in your external torture. free me