Nothing will ever go completely right. As long as there will always be those who wants to hoard things for themselves even though, aware they will never live forever. As long as there will always be those who are not ready to live right and reasonably... What's the point? Reasonably! Hoarding! Foolishly! All leads to the den of obliteration. Perplexed? Let's give up! What if we give down? What's it about surrender! What's it about never surrender? No one is, an exception. There is neither a thing I can hardly do, except to right the wrongs of the mind with my words. Words inscribing the wrongs and beauty of the soul in a pinchbeck, puny age, is like a melodious masterpiece of a violin in a noisy throng, rarely a soul offers any attention. A token of my contribution. Smiles.. I hope that be enough. Though "bitter Smiles" cause nothing is ever enough.. Enough! Cheers.. Verily we are spend thrifts by nature we exhausts everything. And we! eventually gets exhausted. Up 4am. Having aftermath dinner. With the most tremendous of guests, comforting yet tormenting, thoughts and Memories. Dining on meals and wines of, unfathomable class and brand. With the most tranquiling of musics, echos of emptiness. Guarded by The magnificent majestic retinue, lugubrious phantoms. Encompassed by The most absorbing and cimmerian paintings, mystical darkness. "In a stead formed yet unformed by ether, the mind".
The journey of the mind. Absorbed in mystical darkness.