Maze of the Dreamcather
The weight of my pounding heartbeats with every passing phase of the night seems to defy more and more tragically the myth of the shielding dreamcather even in the arms of most beholding beauty ever known to me. It’s pretty much unbearable to even hold the thought of taking a step further and inter into a territory showing a familiar sight to sooth my weltering mind with absolutely no chance to recuperate from the looming shadows of a chequered past with a chimerical trace leading to a fragmented future in the offing that is yet to be encountered.
This is rather outlandish to conceive that this stifling sense of commotion in the subconscious is robust enough to stay for a longer period of time but at the same time its very disturbing to realize that by all available definitions of insanity it is very much close to get me to the point where all my logic and rationality will cease to exist and life at that point will dwell into a dimension where strings and spheres of my imagination will be inseparable from the rocky grounds of the most subliminal preconception of the truth of my existence.
Have a nice life …………