Again, I am finding myself dumb folded, in the maze of utter confusion.Seldom the pain of shame will ever get volatilize, how deep can I churn to totally extract it.I am a situation where the beloved one befalls and paranoia escalates.The thoughts may beguile, and fragments seems to make me incomplete.I am drifting within my own abyss and I cant seems to find a way out.Just each day passed, makes me more hollow and incomplete.As I envisage,for a better life, the more out of reality, I can feel.I may need more of my realized side to make me chum my way out though the so called life.How have I being so personalized for my own existence. Its the wilderness or my own way, why I m flying like a lonely hawkout in the sky.
Vagabond and looking for salvage existence.
Vagabond and looking for salvage existence.
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