That cabin by the river, the solitude space called Haven, is that where you want to be?
The uncharted water remain untested, whisper of dry leaves ... murmur of the wind..
That red autumn view... Is that what craves for attention?
Days together heaps of dryness piles onto each other... Motion thickens down.
The wandering footsteps throttle around...
Hustle and bustle of empty life move through the wooden reality
Unclean mind.. unresolved emotions... human conspiracies behind the natural cause.
Dawn comes around... leaving the shades of dark.. comes the ponderous interim - Day...
Glistening light and timid variations lead to the inner point of Nowhere.
As Night falls...
The blindfolds come around..
One by one we adore the incapacity to find ourselves.
We wait inconsistently..
Something may turn up or something may vanish.
The point blank range is where the line..finish.
Arciform mind lost its elasticity
Emotions run thin...
Lullaby is what we need..
Fake yet soothing.
Retracing the footsteps, the heart has lost its exuberance..
It is void of sympathies...
Void of finding that Haven..
Flames of uncertainty
Burn consistently among
The Urban Hum-drum.
