When everyone needs what everyone never, wants. Breaking the barriers, of anger seething and teetering between confounded misguidance and disillusioned morality. Such is the inhumane route of perfection; spring forth the epitome of immaculate purity and breathe sharply, to gather the mossy stones that lay the foundation.

Indubitably, this is not something you would comprehend as such. Understand this: quit harping on your train of dis-wrecked conceptions and live in the moment. You grasp what you can and leave out all the rest. Quite rightly so, I have entrenched you in a labyrinth of indecision.


To honor in nebulous kind, a smokescreen of hazed perceptions and fogged knowledge. The imperfection is very much real and so ironically misunderstood. The oblivion and the oblivious that partner, the sum of many and parts of divided conjugate, and the subtle amalgamation; a curtain call.


Yonder over under, and above. The once eternal crossroads of misdirection has most unexpectedly unveiled its true mysteries and I know wherein my true destiny lies.


Arsenic reason evicts, the truth and its blighted ambitions. Scaled off the oceans of draped dreams and wasted wishes, sailing past the coronary circulation of blood water. The gentle crashes of symphony and discord echoes the heaven's cries and shallow doom. Mystified.


I said my piece. Find your calling.