The giggling and the frowned up face .The hooting of those old ladies at the moldy and musky building balcony..circles of human faces gazing and sweeping every pedestrian ..out of my hair I can see my hands locked..The crinkled noses of mine..The anxiety of roaming alone in the streets of dadar..The reek of this city i detest...wish I could sit at my hostel room and get lost in the inescapable station of my dreaming land..the dreams which goes on..the miles uncounted and so many weird destination to trudge upon.. the brilliant euphony I can composed while i am on a voyage ...the loosen me in my own wonderful world..carpe diem..but the brutal septic truth had to show again..the honks of the cosmopolitan life.. the rut that i fail to break despite all my effort..I am lost in the horizon of my own destiny.. A thread from this secret society that testify my endurance..wish I could make my enchanted dream scape into a reality..
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