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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