…don’t know where it gonna lead me, may be in the suburbs of my own loneliness or in the midst of those dusky shallows of my malady. My journey seems to be on an unidentified and isolated path that always tends towards those unpredicted and never lasting subways full of pessimistic and orthodox myths of life. There might be some shortcuts but the same are futile and full of sarcasm and eventually they appears to be nothing but toxic and disabled virtues of my life’s own inner self. My life seems to be following the brink of those dissimilar and split identities that often possess their own anonymous blanks and thus it needs to be occupied by some of those unidentified and unexplored expressions within.
Somewhere far near the horizon of this earth there lays an untold and unfolded mystery that needs to be escaped and resolved in a non-conformist and unconditional manner. It may seem cumbersome but definitely not impossible. Where those dusky passages will remain as is, as there never appeared any ray of hope and thus it continues to be within the periphery of those utmost sorrows and unworthy guilt forever.
“where there’s a road to nowhere never ends,
there lies an ray of optimism, somewhere within your inner self”
-unboundmohit
Somewhere far near the horizon of this earth there lays an untold and unfolded mystery that needs to be escaped and resolved in a non-conformist and unconditional manner. It may seem cumbersome but definitely not impossible. Where those dusky passages will remain as is, as there never appeared any ray of hope and thus it continues to be within the periphery of those utmost sorrows and unworthy guilt forever.
“where there’s a road to nowhere never ends,
there lies an ray of optimism, somewhere within your inner self”
-unboundmohit
