no holidays, no days, no nights, no sight, no bright light, dont have to hide,
coz you are alone,
chill by the wind of warm sour misery,
biting the sweet nails of bitter memory,
inhaling the thin air of thick melancholy,
in retrospect,
when you were losing everything,
being pushed to the corner with no sign of returning,
winning is the last thing that can bring you back to seeing,
coz regressive recursion is not the prerogative of growth but destruction you saw,
you heard what causes the aggression affects the aggressor,
those evil force is cursed with inevitable hurts,
you can tell the sadness is sharing by those fickle minded,
enviously petrified with greed, betrayal and ignorance,
for,
what you need is a life, what do you not need is how to be nice,
pathetic no more,
solitude is merely an act of being conscientious,
loneliness is an emulated emotion act, impersonalized fact,
but the fact is life goes on regardless of what’s on going in life,
indeed,
existence has no face for sentimental sanity nor exorcism in display or captivity,
reality of fate left you constantly collide and collapse in your own thrill of free will,
loneliness is the passion, action and affection to be free of no occuppation or
preoccupation,
it is a journey of faith, a distance you can’t chase,
destiny you can’t hate,
coz no one is going to walk you through the life you choose.
