Saturday, February 9, 2013
Life without purpose resembles a bow without arrow.
A voyage of uninterrupted calmness, where peaks and nadirs rarely matters, where the story invariably unfolds.
Like a pond, whose surface doesn't ripple, her water never flow.
Poignant and static.
Always.
Mendacious thoughts anchored on murky waters. Melancholy breeds.
As has the constellations and universe, the epitaph have long been scripted in archaic fashion.
It's a fact, hitherto, unbeknownst to all, but the master.
The despondent crow
What a well worded encapsulation of my life..
But wait, there's no quit in me! Things are bound to change
Just 23 Days (4 Working Days) to
ORD..
I ain't hallucinating
7% Body Fat, here I come! Hell yeah!
4:50 PM
