WITH love,,,
I ,
And you at the emotional opposition.
With being circumstances,
In life phenomena.

However, I have an aspiration of to be get out of that situation;
For the time being, there's  a voice of CALLING, as a roar to the end parting.

I just needed to get away for a bit,
To collect my thoughts.

As the existence is a play, I want that as a definition of the mine caring,
when it defines and describes the best traits from you.

Suchlike, just oneself and
To you

Would I want alot in this heading of an actuality
As you take into consideration,
And I want,
Of the same voice,,,,
As you would be.

As in at the same time,
Meeting you for the first time

I have a pen in my hand,
Looking for a way in its refuge
As a sigh that remains unending.
With a hint of an urge , recording my thoughts.

Within a thread of thoughts,
I Grasped a pen.
In a chaos called an unrest mind, I
I am a power to insist a great peace of mind .

Monday, on 25th of August,
At the protect of called a diary in my lap,
On a blank pages I write.
In its embrace I rest.
Whereas I am in nowhere in the heart of however,
A quite my little room.