Sad brazen
labels define my vices. An encoded destiny together with ideals and laws I was
born into define my existence. Boxed between galaxies and rooted in a frenzied
world that never rests, it’s hard to decode each moment.
Everything however
seems perfect. Life’s intellect weaves her yarn around us, enthralling us into
a euphoric awe. Everything is perfect though we can’t understand it. The nature
of man, his unabashed love, hatred, greed, deceitfulness, kindness, honesty and
loyalty. The shape of a flower and the natural landscapes with tall eerie trees
that appear to withhold knowledge acquired with age are all perfect. The song
of a bird at mid-day and its lilting melody, the echo of a hooting owl in a
clammy cave, the garbled song of a drunk old man and taxi driver singsong the
destination his taxi all keep us enthralled. The mysterious joys of each day
make up for my oblivion and often times unkind realities.
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