Friday, November 2 @12:55 AM
It’s funny how we credit moments like how we try to insert colours on a monotonous picture. The memories playlist. At certain instance (like now). Choose to play at its own discretion. which is reckoned as unfit. for the intent moment.
Excessively evoked. Greatly denoted. Cardinally hark back. More often than not. It draws back to the slightest probable incursion.
Soundless as it is to naked ear. The voice remains. Yet there is no disguise which can possibly. Veil the existence where it is or rouse where it doesn’t.
As I credit those moments which I tried to add colours on, it dulled my life away. All these sentiments, not frequently undergone, intrude once fortnightly. But each time, it settles in for a period of time. So till then. As negatively sane I may/will stay. For what its worth. The pursuit of happiness still remains.
IlLUSTrated images, left hanging.
door shut. out.
Moment of unjustified confusion -
Inconsolable by Backstreet Boys.