A day of gloom, a day of clogged thoughts and inseparable insecurities. Crippling me in a way that i've stopped making any efforts to bring back ourselves to the lost track. Then re-evaluate the past actions in the new datasheet, that you somhow manage to get from your flock on a strange Tuesday evening. i wish not to sit again and bang my head for the sake of us though. you seemed to be clueless, and fly about the world as an escape. Why then i have to be an ocean raging, aggressively playing with the wind again as if am the only one responsible for the repair?

- Shreosi Paul