I'm waiting on the shore to look beyond the layers of pale, ease and woe are coming along with unruly waves. Is this my musings about the world or cowardly sins have grasped a portion of my pen and ink? I'm waiting on the shore to look beyond the layers of pale, ease and woe are coming along with unruly waves. Is this my musings about the world or cowardly sins have grasped a portion of my pen and ink? A sight of thunder above the horizon, I'm on the verge of something beyond deadly silence. Is this silence immortal or emptiness has ingested a pensive hole inside blank paper? Chaos is not what your ask for yourself in times of wound, serenity is what you always crave. Is this how world works, you get what you not ask or all the dreadful illusions turn out to be the ultimate truth? May be, I'm in dilemma if colors of today will break the silence or creating a world away from sins of black and white will sate my soul. #yqbaba #wishhouse #last
