MILKY TIME
Oh drab! Would I depict the origin; or rather, could this be electrifying me far more than of the bittersweet abandonement in the past? Which amongst the blemishes from the
yesteryears, whilst to my surprise—something is incarnating from it, that brings seething
warmth within me—and to which I can be sure that it titillate in me with different kind of itch.
Could this be the portal leading to the chance for a glance on the future—so to see what tomorrow may shape up, when I happen to be like forty-eight light-years ahead than the world. Well—drab... it would be infinite blessedness, I believe.
Could this be the portal leading to the chance for a glance on the future—so to see what tomorrow may shape up, when I happen to be like forty-eight light-years ahead than the world. Well—drab... it would be infinite blessedness, I believe.
Oh universe—you`re too much that... with you`re soft hasty glance alone, can already fill up the flask of weakness in my heart; thence I wonder... to why at the same time, still, you`re the complete dose of optimism and potency needed to prolong a lifetime, that once I doubted, its being forever—shall be but a seamless failure—and then the thought alone, of you, accepting me back... is enough strength for me to dream again.
