Just thought of cherishing a few waning moments of teenage, but they just dwindled away out of existence. Wow…m twenty now. I am out alone on the road, shimmering lights below in the reflections and star spangled sky above…I try to ramble off to singalongs with me and…just me. I was expecting a few calls, but get none. Doesn’t matter even a l’ll bit, literally.
Past few days have passed mulling over if I would ever get to ride a gravy train, atleast in those tripped jaunts. Talents just whoop it up, but the sight of those parvenus hitched up by quirky windfalls and nasty strokes of luck simply invokes a fire in me. They aren’t even a mite of wht they are cracked to be, and still they notch the top whack of the jackpot.
Great…let them go…I don’t grumble. Past weeks have whizzed off in a high. Life’s screwed hard but everything seems fine like a panoramic view from the eyes of a candy-tripped geezer. I just want to retain the zing inside me, the current state m breathing in. But this time I want an ineluctable output. These teen years passed being a victim of impostures, and life having made a piss out of me. Perceptions became so bitterly smitten with paranoia that even a few good things seemingly looked like prescient insinuations of cliché ridden sinister events.
It’s not a rant-and-rave thing. Its time I want my results belie and debunk the specious notions of ‘lucky man’ kinda craps. I am regaining my passions, and m in a complete mood to nail those things (and some people too). It’s been two hours of my juvenile fruition of a score years. It’s not whoop-it-up or raver kinda thing. The vibes are just cosy. Its again one of those rare times I feel like rendering the moment a perpetuity.
Well, it had been quite a while I had written anything, so this was just a nice chance to pump up my penchant for writing again. And I want to withdraw myself to those mystic musings again…
The face is just a veneer but there’s fire in my palm…my mind is tumbling, those chinks are appearing again, dappled darkness, vortexing pathways, the senses have lost themselves, again those unknown figures lingering, those voices…aah…m again savoring the delectations of a maniac phase…
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