void
for the longest time i’ve not been observing the things around me. it was the usual madhouse of whimsical characters, flashes of different colours and shapes. and the wide-eyed imp standing at a dark cold corner wondering if anyone could hear if he screamed. i screamed.
i couldn’t say the things i wanted to say for so long for the truth may do me in. truth as i see it snowballs at a such speed it would instantly end anything in its path. yet in the stillness of it all, something arose from a midst of clouded judgements revealing the existence of lies.
i started to tell things the way they were.
i ran from the ugliness, but it caught up. a sinking feeling that refuses to cease, i now face the world alone in the irony of triumph.
i’m sorry to see that void. i planned to fill it.
for all that this post is worth and it being so cryptic, i must say i love its poetic literature. Your blog still rocks , i.e. if it gets a post!