Fogs, all across. Rivers to cross, never shallow, nor ever still. A thousand fuddled memories creep through a totally disoriented mind of mine. Sunken reality, blissful happiness. Ironically staring back at a mirror. A foolish smile stretches the face. Faces tangible, yet so uncannily unreal. Under a humongous sea of blasphemous lies and a vile, acerbic past, lies a benevolent, noble soul. The reaper of the misfortunes of the grim and dead, perhaps has a few misfortunes of its own.
Scintillating, mesmerizing, bedazzling, shimmering like a night sky on a clear cloudless night. Searching, groping, through emptiness, through cluelessness, through total and guaranteed oblivion. Floating in air, rising through the clouds. Arms around her waist. Such magnificent, majestic dreams - vast empty nights.
Encoded, embedded - eroded, erudite with the mysteries of folk-lore.
love-life-peace-love
A few moments gone without any thoughts. If thoughtlessness is emptiness, does one ever know?
Listless, dumb. Animal instincts and freedom. Craving and longing. Laughing and crying. Singing and dancing. Walking and prancing.
-We take life a bit too seriously-
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Wonderful read.... just trying to understand it now... ;)
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