over everything....

So this is it.
Now.
Conspiracy of our own doomed fight,
A little wink over love,
Putting spells over life...
Now.
We have cursed our own hearts.
Flashes above the moonlight,
All stars are possessing random nights...
A walk by the twilight,
A long pause over the dead flies,
Putting aside the fences one by one,
is like building an artificial history behind.
Relentless shouts behind the neck of the street
Just like crucifying the little girl over misreads
False alarms, while she's dancing with sparkles in her eyes,
twirling round the hall, by little misleaded steps.

A high journey after stepping aside of a long grief
Within the manner of speaking, feeling at ease...
Rest in seagulls, stuffed hearts, permissions to breakdowns..
Ramble at once, all of sudden sweats got cold dry.
Fool mind, how come had a belief in unexplainable loves?
All the time, all this catch & release?
Even an end, with a proper tease,
would bloom new daisies,
over to-be-forgotten miseries...
If only a step further to reality,
would be a real convenience dream.
Pacing back & forth between semi-dynamic world of relationships..
I'm very down to earth, yet a very vulnerable instrument for so many.
Still not completed, as if blanks to be filled are missing.
Genuinely just got started, as if expectation clears the history.
"Brand new starts" are the next generations wish-list
I'm staying at your disposal, in case you all may need me!
Whether you are an old hawk or just a wanna-be
I'm wasting overtime & stealing the possibility
You all are very fucking welcome to ruin my very own feelings!
Exposure your little cracks and I'll devastate my mind
I'll explode my heart out, to ease your lazy outcomes
Surely you're very fucking welcome to turn my world upside down!
Yet to make a better please upon your lives,
keep up counting on me, like a healing divine,
while I'll be really happy to inform you, that your
shortcomings & insecurities are no longer my issue,
I'm no longer at your pathetic funny little side!


what an ironically true way...
what Drum tobacco puts on ,of Voltaire : "The passions are winds that fill the ship's sails; although they sometimes cause its destruction, it could not proceed without them"

to be frank, unexpected is always a surprise!