I sat silent all this while because catharsis doesn’t always flow from words. It is contained by the soul in a quiet conversation. Solitude is a privilege indeed… I could never close my eyes unattended, could never smell the unadulterated air. Then one day it came out of extinction… the clouds poured till puddles disappeared, and the tide rose till it touched the sky. Water looked mysteriously opaque. I lived through the extravaganza in an unvoiced admission.
Bliss is but a moment of oblivion. And such proclivities shall pass to come back for another rare pursuit. I have ever since chased my dream and contemplated behind closed doors. But as dreams lose battles to living reasons, I lost it to my muse. And here I am, conscious again of my land and its mortals… far from the enchanting seclusion.
Bliss is but a moment of oblivion. And such proclivities shall pass to come back for another rare pursuit. I have ever since chased my dream and contemplated behind closed doors. But as dreams lose battles to living reasons, I lost it to my muse. And here I am, conscious again of my land and its mortals… far from the enchanting seclusion.
