fuck

You fucked me up, laid me on the streets.
You muted the bass and arrested my breath.
You almost got me killed.

But you are nothing more than my choice that is why I still want you.

It was a beautiful solid carpet of blue, pasted into the dawn that approached. Nothing spectacular really, and if you thought about it, normality would be the pick. But normality can't exempt nature's sadistic mockery at me; 39degreesCelsius. So now normality sings the harmony of mere strides that we wouldn't have bothered breaking a sweat for. Natures glory; we should give her praise, because now as I pen this down, dusk greets me with this same beautiful solid carpet of blue.


And no it's not dead, rather, my blog's just not updated.

Plus I was thinking about this blog actually. I created this space to allow myself seclusion as and when I needed. Not some commercialized blog shit. Few people come by here once in awhile, and it contents me enough to have people bother. Cheers.