letimotif of past

A tangle of dust has formed, the coagulation really dreaded on me.  Every words of yours are marching me like galumph. My vision and my ears are daubed again with more tartly, a tinge vision of clangor memory. Overly, ruined, the more I try to be imperative, your words hits me like tsunami. I still revert to my tenacity, with more infused hate towards you. Each alphabets metamorphosed into bricks, that felts like pelted one. The exactness of my weariness ,solely have to do with your embitterment.The mobility and indentating gaffes fucks me, I am into mood to understand those satires tale. I am just a convoluted responsive twat, I have seen a lot in past.  I am feeling sudden change in everything, signature of no salutation or benevolence. You constantly darted me with venomous stings, I can witness that your way have changed now, but you showed as if you came so afreashed and demolished my life. The systematic depravity, the curved out niche, where i am fucking rotting. Now should I care about you or should I care about the clichéd societal norms. You know, a part of me still care for you. The more I try harder to drift away in to a transitory , forgetting about the rile I have towards you, I still reminisce. I still find some solace. Like an upliftment  to an isle, an utopian kick.I am burying the facts, the thoughts, I am learning to be a better person, but I need your help  from your side too.  Hope I will forget everything and start everything afresh. We will surly find a way to hemmed the indifference between us, by pique need to be thinned out. We will write a fresh story, the blank pages will ink a beautiful story.