I felt the world crashed upon me. Left with nothing with the exception of true good fellas; and a rekindled affection for the beautiful two. As I recalled telling my dear friend, I’m exhausted.
Will this nonchalant side of me ever slip into abyss? Or has it been fused as part of me, as a single thread of soul? The way I picture it, its as though a passing cloud has remained stagnant above that pumping creature; it got lost in the wind.
Oh well.
Flaunt Your Beauty, My Beloved Night 