It has truly been long. How have you been? A certain silence on the other end would echo thoughts that have been sounding loud- a little too loud. The volume, turn it down?
After vain attempts to revitalize a fallen soldier, fought, lost and defeated, a strong desire to create a civilization has once again seen new light. An inane and stoic fancy to destroy. Can I be God for one day? Life has been a brisk breeze and to stumble upon various incidents, which the woman who calls herself destiny has shoveled so faithfully. Destiny such a pretty name, but a figment of imagination, a needless supplement to a defenseless mind.
The connection with the past falls rapidly and quickly but a free fall never lasts. Oh the free fall, the sense of liberation, the illusion of flight. You can try to fly, tell me when you do. No, Serious. It has now become a challenge to write beyond the obvious, another attempt to don the visage. You see the creases? Do you? It looks real doesn’t it? The adorning jewels of fancy, the sparkling, sensitive and sexy wounds of mistakes, another vice added. Are you counting?
The other end still echoes. Volume… turn it up this time. Silence was never my forte.
