once again my friend, night, has come. lonely n destitute. killing silence with the unspoken words. just a bit of dim moon light.some sounds of moving vehicles nearby. n echoing solitude.
once again, those who assured of strength have left. once again, there r insights which have n number of questions and 0 answers. once again i am unable to decide between wrong n right. once again im just counting on my heart to tell me where to go, rather than my brains. n once again im paving way to get into that black hole.
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Monday, January 5, 2009
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