he hid himself amid the orchestrating emotions. no one could ever figure out that which is said to be vain in his own definition of ideals..everyone else has to be different against his. his heart can't help but beat and express that which he really endures beneath the fact. fact that he's still longing, dreaming that one day in his arms will lay again those warmth of love. love that has been coerced to bloom at a time not even norm would permit. it wasn't fair, not even fun, rather surely would cause an arrythmia..
he can hear his own, writing his life in an empty future. to fill gaps, to confabulate missing memories.. a war of hearts and minds the song says, in expense of possibilities. each offers different kinds of smile.who says it's his or not. it's getting broader.. nobody cares as nobody should..
now situation cals for a change of view. to set aside and sacrifice the philia of getting oneself into the pit of his own mischief. pandora must have gotten most of the blame, now she's spared. beyond this is his own device of will. an autoimmune disease of reasoning that engulfs oneself. realization will bring peace..
the sun is out but in his eyes is light. that gloomy-seeming morning is yet a summer of complete retreat.
