There are items unchecked, doubts or loathes, the feeling of being a dirt.. I can still feel nirvana in my veins, even without gasping for air & know i still breathe. I hope the lesser thoughts can wield the sword of dying samurai. But to no avail, there is no cure.. There are times I feel so damn unworthy.. Am i not trying hard? am i not doing enough? not doing it right? or you appreciate the things but the reaction is spineless? I might cling but it will not awfully say that i am stiff.. I am wielded by my instinct to offer what that person rightfully deserves, but how will it be possible if it turns into something confusing, so contagious it blends..
It has started.. Inevitable.. that one character will defy & surpass oblivion, carry the cross and rebuild..
The cure is coming.. way before the other character’s senses… Everything will fit in its place.. this year.. the waiting ends, the stupid excuses will no longer be valid..
I never had that choice and it was taken away..now, the time has come for the fourth color to blend!