Written Date: March 30,1998
Tittle: Sober
Edited: January 01.2012
Mosaic feelings of doubt and psychedelic mixed emotions reminds me of an early morning dew in a breezy-cold December. I spoke to myself in am empty four cornered wall. The sound traveled faster it echoed back to my deeper senses. The thoughts of my past traced down on my nerves.
Like the Elmo's fire within. soul shattered and shadow haunted. Many ironical questions without logic and reasons, I questioned no more. It is like a story of the lost man who's plight ended nowhere. Fragmented ideas and sobered thoughts. Life can be complicated exhausting and bizarre. A kaleidoscopic in endless existence.
Pieces of emotions under vast nimbus sky. I can see the wilderness from distant road from my window sight. Unidentified faces on dark cloak and trivial events of old time. A memoir of a young boy with a teary smile. I can hear the clock ticking. The time is passing me by. The world is turning in pace of time.
I found myself up head with feeling of emptiness inside. Baroque self-delusions and a starry bland affect eye. The clouds opened and I can feel the rain and my tears. The innocent life in a lifeless living . Lost exhausted and dumbfounded.
Self-myths,regrets, unfathomed strength and many undesirable few. Pandora's of my downfall shared with whatever what have you? After all this is just a bad dream and perhaps reality unattached. Stupor and restless night I found myself in desk in the four corners of my room in my hand is a pen and paper where all the journey began.
