This mortal vessel is weakening, longing for the nightly slumber. The light is fading as I take refuge in the dark. Amidst the chaos of daylight, We chase what we used to evade. The same hatred and amor, a mystery, An irony chained to an inevitable desist. En route to serenity I met my adversary. The muse that gave color to my artistry, a tormentor unmasked. A fuel mind, forming multiverse in a drained body. A marriage in momentarily sweetness, doomed to fail. In every ascendance we choose a higher cliff to fall. The same force that lifted us up can bring us down, a thousand fold provoked. We reap what we sow and in every glitter there is a price paid, and lost. After-all, we are all slaves of the unforgiving compromise, In this truth must I still wander and hurt? Or be idle, survive in the comforts of the known. I often doubt but must I let inevitability wither a possible glee? Truth be told it ends in gloom, but the story is not formed by last page alone. Live, Aspire. Let fearlessness enact control. Let go and hold no sigh. Enjoy while you can, endure when you must.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Jun 2013 08:30:30 +0000
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