The draconian verisimilitude of being failure breaks the human who is residing in my interior... fair and square the difficult page is always difficult to turn.fidus Achates doesn't literally draw breath.... And to be failure is the worst possible experience I could have ever dreamt of...

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Ages passed, Words have been uttered of my heart. My deep heart strings sheds the melancholy phrasing while my tongue haven't ability to pronounce what literally I am feeling.. As man goes through the medium of unexpected changes.Still I am expecting a situationship, as they are turning blind whenever I am passing by.....

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The matter of the fact is that, they always spy through window at me, and jacked their eyes then.

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In the hunt of catholicon, I have crossed the world, climb mountains and left no stone unreturned. They relentlessly added insult to my injuries. My swan song is to tell them the entire oppressive actuality of being in love before they will fall in love and before they wear the woebegone look. They always used to be pauciloquent which inwardly kills my interior. And I thought it was my serendipity to meet them. I always splash my tears before them but they didn't bunch and inch.

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They never want to get cognizant about the gravity of my sadness. They only acted as mute spectators,and when
my Good samaritans decided to be no more mr Nice Guys, and their hallow promise left me lachrymose.
Once upon a time they used to made me feel like a million bucks, their words were Anodyne for my gloomy heart. Now My Good samaritans got the wind of changes even the water is overflowing from my eyes and they still acting as a mute spectators...

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Today, out of blue I saw a picture in a book that was upside down, and when I turned that right side up, it was my beloved's picture, I kept that picture in the book long time before. And her picture looks more beautiful, which made me to cry inside the four walls. I am still discombobulate, why all we got separate. And why I am still in her the LA LA land...
Why I am surrounded by memories of those red letter days. However her memories made me the victim of laceration, and I am Groaning with pain for a long time.

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Woe! That separation was like hundred years of solitude. I bet, I feel myself in North Korea(severely dejected). I thought it was honeyed Adam's ale, what they (Friends) gave me to drink. However I was unknowledgeable that it's name is Botulinum toxin which almost killed my interior.... And my beloveds every word was music to ears, but I didn't aware that these serphant snakes would tear me apart from my beloved. I didn't knew that they would wear this disastrous face.

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And The whole world believes that I am laughing and this speaks volumes I am happy, The whole cosmos is in this deception from ages.
They kept me waiting until the cows come home, they doesn't know how eccedentesiast I am?

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This melody reminds me of you, this makes me to ruminates about you, and make me experience that feelings one more time. Reminds me the patrichor whose fragrance I used to take in winters. After consuming brains about those red letter days left me lachrymose...

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No one will assist you, when you are dealing with the challenging time....

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