The Ballads of Gravity

Debauchery, Debauchery, Debauchery! Oh, notorious cyprian, thee debauched conception of thy desires evil, emptied thy holy grail in the deception of Thy nights, too good to be good too evil, fill me with good and evil, poise me with thy poison of Nature, no good, not god- but a man no evil, not a devil- but desires no sin, not a sinner- but nature, in essence god, evil, and sin let me explode into thee, into.

T he greatest question I face, till the date, is how to serve my father? We speak very little! The amount of the words we speak can be easily calculated of collected by any being; it’s that simple. He is the only man I’ve ever seen who made or rather makes his fortune for his family from the toils to palace. He built his family with pride and love. I feel myself very pity that I never gave him anything. I have no memories of hugging him or kissing him or even sharing a bit of time laughing with him. I am a very miserable human being, no doubt. What a human being I am? How miserable I am! He once or twice said that too! (I think we are all miserable sometimes) I need to be sentimental in my attitude towards the people who love me. Certainly, I lost my way in between; I took a turn that was absolutely strange and chaotic. I had to survive and fight well with the nature of my path I chose. I never celebrated my birthday neither my parent’s. I kept myself away from the casual and no...