A Walk Back for The Lost Ones

After as many as countless epochs of a spasmodic fits of infancy that has been trying to kick in this rather professional arena of witty pursuits for materialism and gratification, it looks tardy to ruminate on this cliché anymore with my limited exposure to life in general. This morning with a wake up call and a follow up sensation down my nerves started the age old question of drawing on the predicament of living up to the dream of celestial salvation with broken flippers and heart of a fearless diver.

Unimaginable is the urge to tread back on the those beaten tracks of my immaculate idiosyncrasies that still doesn’t qualify as an ancient one to my nostalgic mind and where I can still find a surreal plain which still holds my glorious train of thoughts onto my attention clings perpetually. The drunken soul dipped in the ecstasy of an everlasting anticipation staggers in the way while moving forward in search for the alchemist, thought I know that every step I take back will make the ashes of a tumultuous past fall to the urn and to taint the state I come and return.

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Have a nice life ............

1.12.07 05:14