DJAI DA EXPLORER!

         I am exploring. But how ugly can I really get just to surmount the foibles of my entirety? To impair lives and torment one’s sanity over my faltering pleasure coagulates the joke that I am. I am a mass of sin, charades, overt dramas, pathetic shams, horrid lies, stellar dreams, delusion and all these caustic pandemonium that points to kaput. My life, ever since my heart grew a brain of its own, has been a dream cycle that never stops to commence once the happy end tail, the climax, reach the peak. Why can’t I cease to cease? Or why can’t a curse repeal itself? How do I know it’s time to stop? My world is a complex process of creating, pouncing, breaking and ending. And that is perfunctory, that’s why it is daunting.

           So while I still feel palpitations in my heart and sweat running down my spine, while there still a vestige of my soul in this heap of a flesh, I will have to explore. Even if it takes changes. Major, scary changes.

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