my head feels full of all the cacophonies i'm scared of. i hear voices out of somewhere which call my name synonymous to weak. i breakdown all at once to know how fragile i am to dissolve in melancholy so easily. i delve in callowness of my wounded stars; as sanely as my own head. creating a mark for my presence, i break the shackles of the umpteenth fantasies and breathe in the tranquil zephyrs.