feelings #3

here am again with a pent up bliss. unofficially am spruced in nice cloths (washed) yet typing with a scum filled distorted head. i like the way how i think. its beautifully beautiful and i really hate my weakness for it. today again when i saw ur face a lot of things refused to hum along but to be honest it thawed. the days spend with you are now jumbled memories. you are still here but i am closing you. you are no good. your sky got no sparks of shooting star. your are liek a star. desired by many,liked by most.. yet so alone. so aloofed. you don`t know what you want. what you like. you liek a book which people detest to open cause your each line each words reflects a probe for manipulations. you live in real world ,you live in virtual world. and now you r loosing a grip from your own manipulative existence. the dreams you had crumbled like a tonne of bricks. i reckoned you so many times with my boxing suggestions but you didnt heed. you are so lonely still you claim to a cynosure. fuck i dont go with the voxpopuli. you r dead from inside from the day you started finding your ture self. the reason is simple you are not true to your own heart. how you can be true to others? you r a song which no one cares to listen. your echoes are still in the labyrinth of everyone head. i pity your life my friend. live the life u want to live and stop jangling with maniacs.