Resolute and bending

I wondered again today, yeah more of kind of dreaming and lamenting. The line of threads which goes astray by the winds, the tiny water that splashes out into a three dimensional obscured space and forget its nature. Life taste similar to me, a fraction of time or moment  and all is changed. Some dismissals, some ousted decisions.I have tried hard to stretch the thoughts, beaten them, the more I mull over, more pensive I become about life. I don’t know why life is such an ugly charlatan. Since teenage I am patching my days with something bitter, something more compromising.This predicament doesn’t let me dream nice, all sordid and mess daubing the crimson thinking domain of mine. I try hard to isolate myself from this feelings and the real world where I live. The imagined view is very scary, and I am hold to it, the invisible shackle doesn’t let me move. I don’t know why in reality those  thoughts baffles me. Like the black clouds hovers over in a bad weather, my dreams about life is same. Life is  like walking on a  wooden floor , producing acoustic cracking sound. Aching heart and a pierced soul. A complexity, a segmental hellion ,all different things and obfuscated facts and stanched up words that my life is all about.

 YOLO YOLO, some good things also sweeping by as I tort. I like the way how she dribbles with utmost refinement sans effortless, the words seems like to take a roll in her honey dipped sugary mouth and finds its way out. The words seem to have that caramelizing tinge, with swirling patterns and vaporizes in the hearty spatial of mine.The moment of mere joy is enough, more to make me happy and lift up to a isle where where things seems picturesque . I wished I could have asked her name, next time I will, when I attempt to make a inquisition, but words remains broken and nothing escapes out of my oral opening, expect for a weird silence.  This eerie feelings makes me distraught, and I only decide to be make those thoughts and feeling as a comfort where I can succumb and sublimate myself.Right now I am listening to Fool in the Rain, seems sorely delimiting and legitimating for the moment.   You too enjoy!!
Love and all gone hope will be restored.