Passing by every corner of the day’s I’ve been on waking… trying all the efforts I can master to just lay out plans and foresee incredulous plans. It means it all wonderful how things occur out of a sudden, transpired thoughts dancing through the schemes of your eyes, colors of vivid emotions playing the tease off your soul and erratic mundane-ness that never become of the unusual.
There are days I’ll feel this fool talking all about love, feeling like I was some teenager giggling as I saw my crush. Can’t stop smiling, barely even say something and all those jittery thought prancing and hopping like wild fawns singing with their good satyrs.
Sometimes, I can think of some idiotic thought and laugh inside. Insane!?? I don’t think so, I'm just a random guy trying to fill in the lost quarter of explicit self-romanticism.
Incomparably my position right now demands not much from what I am expected to do, loving my job, giving more than I can have, smiling at the idea that I’ll be more of a factor in changing a life of some chance guest in my life as I embrace the perks and responsibilities of my profession. Finding some solitary place to be proud of it when I’m alone, quiet and one with myself.
Things can run at bay and all I can see are lines of shades and black and whites swaying beyond the expanse of a dune. Everything in its path like some luminescent alien life form glowing amidst the darker vacuum of space. Resolute and consistent of its origin.
Though how depressing these episodes I’ve been to and played the part of a character out of desperation and self-defamed causes yet some pure escape of irreplaceable arbitrary joy would wound up the scorned façade I have. A mask perhaps or maybe just another outlet of words inexpressible.
