I try to conform. I try to reach out to the every personality of mine to give me deliverance. I try hard to be version of myself that my mother envisioned, I etch it with my own hands and mould step by step to make it palatable to the naked eye. I am good at it. I can momentarily even be that but then one fine night you pay me a visit. You unravel every inch of me set by step. I fall back to that the deliciousness of the mystic of my deep dark well. I want to stay there but I can’t then be my mother’s vision. The conflict is making me insane. I have accepted the solitude.
This half lit cigarette and this melodic song is making me travel back and forth and I can’t stop wandering through centuries of my flow. I am wandering through jungles of fairies and half existing demons.All of them welcome me into their fold. I break bread with them and then its time to move on. It seems like the moment I get close to the truth, I am in other reality. I am chasing you in every reality and with every step you are slipping further away. You are nothing but you are everything.
