scripts...
are they real?
are they fate, destiny or
anything that i wonder to know about?
whatever it could be,
i read it
........
i am haunted!
the crazy utopian
i wonder, now,
could she be an utopian or
a myth of my dreams that
make me engaged
and loving my muses?
whatever, i owe her
i am walking unto the crazy utopia
where i will court and ....
.......
sometimes, things seem pretty dirty
dirty, pretty things!
memories, they never die
they are all like immortals, we fail and
they won!
i have tried many and failed pathetically,
for, memories are scripted deep within the unknown shores of
unknown lands.
i fail only before my memories,
they dominate me.
i erased them, some of them,
but they keep coming in.
.....
i just gotta get out of here
and i just want to explode,
i want to fly high, high and high above the firmament
and want to drop myself like an eagle from the heavens.
i will get you my myth,
for, you make my myth!
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