Unmute!

Inside my cuckoo clock I see pendulum swing. I never have seen it throwing back at me with the same gutso! but this time it did and I'm taken by surprise. I a resident of surreality reside in void of me and my existence. I thrive and survive on fantasies, which is food to my thoughts .But at times they turn into virulent toxin injecting paranoid pain, convulsing brain contracts while mind and body travels through sweetest spasms.An innate trance embodied in me, bring in a strange sense of affluent strength. Self consumed arrogance throws fists at ignorant world in the background an unwritten song rings in rhythm to the encore. I hope this muted tune resonates until my earthly existence crawls out of its skin and is mortal in manmade grave. Mounted grief need ventilation cause molten memories sizzle as it gushes through the veins. Hard enough, I shall have to endure this mental orgasm. It is not the jugglery of the vocabulary it is forced articulation of an experience, just another propelled catharsis