Burlesque at Equinox
Its looks rather stupendous than surreal that the all the unraveling mysteries of the life I have spent so far are suddenly flooding back to the crater of my heart from where it had been thrashing out to the fore vehemently and I have never seen any barrier strong enough to pull off even the slightest amount of grace out of this lost battle with my own demons. So sorry yet so painstakingly adamant on the view to see myself galvanize my destiny, I wonder that at times this whole shebang become so foolhardy that it relapses into its own dug pitfalls again and again.
It does sound very familiar to my life saga that has been put to the rhetoric of my every passing day, nevertheless there remains a chance to see a brighter horizon as the time passes me by. The fiercely consolidated logic behind my faith never looked any stronger in the wake of all the disasters I had been though but it still takes me by surprise by reminding me that I am still looking for a conviction to be imposed on me from the other side. The tearing reality doesn’t deny this wee fact that compared to others I draw comparisons from, how veiled my farcical existence is. There is a complete spectrum of layers superimposing each other on every stratum and most of the time they lie to me when I am gagging for the truth behind this monumental fallacy.
Whatever it takes nothing seems to pacify this everlasting quest for gratified wanderlust, but the best part of self-discovery is that it grows on you and never let others control what you are let alone controlling what you try to become...
Have a nice life you ............