filling up the void, left by ingratiate melodies, experienced in the nick of time; finding consolation in the presence of books, of music, and of solitude; the pain of yesteryears, awashes my soul, in tepid non-repose; quashed dreams, utopian delusions, myopic utterances, doomed friendships, unspoken wishes; the neverending, perpetual conflict of good and evil, sane and insane, mediocre and brilliant; when shall these ever end? or even come true? or maybe even be commenced? the nullity of interest, of fervent yearning, of even minute curiosity, have not happened yet. all these, in exchange for a bit of quiet, a tiny spark of hope--of reaching you. #thoughts #utterances #wishes #life #yqbaba
