galactic eruption interrupts a stroll down the memory lane linear meta brain meticulously performing the act of self restraint selfless worships now, lesser in terms of quantitative hints the never ending path that circumvents the colourless conscience it contravenes the limitless scenes of a liberating regime trust plummets into the hands of perceptive fiends taken in taken instead of countless numbered pills a train of exaggerated kin tracks back to those with highly assumed authorities amidst the group of avid anti-socials vividly varied in opinions from a sword to a pin essentially assembled to speak against the ancient ones a neoteric synchronization scaling screaming lexemes the scathed silk screeches soaked in acid flamed till the ashes can be smelled but never seen seemingly insignificant statements covert and pristine
so in this lockdown perdiod....i've got a lot of time to brood...a lot of time to think about where i', headed....well that's the glass-half-full version of it... i somehow induced a writer's block ....which is quite weird because i dont really consider myself as a proper writer...im just here to rant...i guess i am even having a difficulty in finding the right words to say...it's a chaos ...it's like a swarm of at least a million words soar through my mind when im about to put my chords to the work....i guess i'll write my way through it.