As I sit solitarily secluded in the depths of my own mind, I try to escape my own fate looking forward to a different destiny. How could this sickness and corruption actually be destiny? As I try to instill happier thoughts into my own mind such as flowers budding and spring birds gossiping, I’m always drug back to this gloomy state I wish to escape where melancholy silhouettes remain dancing in the shadows. I can’t seem to place names on the figures staring blankly back at me, is it someone from a past life or perhaps the present life I live? Every once in a while the blank stares turn to souls; spirits that remain unpleasant, it’s almost as if they leave lacerations as a person. I remain unmarred but my mind suffers from these images it’s almost as if they’re branded into the back of my mind. sometimes I look past it all only to let my eyes unveil hidden tears but no matter how far I look ahead I always find myself back here…in my own solitude.
PS: Just because i don’t post it doesn’t mean that i’ve neglected my readers. Your boi is going through something…internally…book is coming soon…Thank You EO.