Another night has passed. The zeal of demystifying the ecstasy had been riding over the pain of existence. The very much of existence of self had been kicked up on the boulevard of false egos of their counter parts. There was nothing to accept and there was everything to deny. The dreams have ceased to resurface in never ending sleep. Eyes were still as wide open as sky and were as dry as desert. The ever-growing thrust can never be quenched. The divine love and calm have been lost in lust and confusion. The slow and poisonous music sounds like storm destroying and rumbling every beautiful part of the life. The miracle that is life is not more than an illusion. The visiting place of evils has become my sacred place of redemption.
1 comment:
Excellent! I don't know why but I like his post a lot.
PS: Could not really appreciate the previous two.
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