Unintentional initiation of an empathetic
soul carves a name above the firmament and down the abyss.
As an un-quenched
thirst of a gratification, my soul becomes irritant on something never thought,
felt, saw, or said.
The vague phantom of gathered memories weaves an absurd
image of some non-existing
non-being.
The self-confrontation of conformity
against the predicted possibility of futuristic prospectus and materialization,
in terms of swaying credibility,
weigh hundreds on my head and heart.
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