Thou art what? Thou art indeed the wild imagination of the perfectionist, the perfectionist residing on par with excellence, the perfectionist that created thou, the extremist, the extremist that failed.
Thou art the failure of HIS success, the darkness of HIS glory, the confines of HIS vastness, the reminder of HIS blunder.
Thou art the instance of HIS eternity, the glimpses of HIS infinity, the essence behind HIS halo, the secret of HIS visiblity.
I sing a song For a rainy day, The birds chirp at dawn On their way. A rainbow glitters…
She’d stitch a dream, she’d walk for miles, On the streets treading over a million smiles. All alone, she’d…
When I was born, I had mother by my side, When I was an infant, I had mother and…
When I dream of you, I wake up, And I want it to unwind, But I fail to do…
“If you set your goals ridiculously high and it’s a failure, you will fail above everyone else’s success.” -James Cameron…
The silence of my life sometimes speaks to me. Have you ever wondered Where your life’s gonna be? Lost…
