The Void
In the odious emptiness of breathes, I find myself remonstrating the self picture of where I am. When everything fades away at a glance, how do I know if I'm not lost in the pages? In antipathy of imagination, imagination that cultivated out of the reality that I travelled, I ask myself: Why am I this way? Did I choose this? OR Did this choose me? I find silent chaos in crowd AND I feel dark clouds around endowed Picture Credit In those clouds, somewhere I find the freedom of wistful isolation and apprehension with unspoken, unheard and unseen numb void, the void that chains me in a place where all I want is escape. When it arrives, it burns me up and turns me into ashes. Yes, now for awhile I'm free because now I'm the ash from where I subtly rise again li...