How long, everlong..
How long has it been, since I have sincerely penned down my experiences, foreign - this feeling inside of me, almost alien to the sensation of thought. Sometimes I feel, wherever there is a person by the window still, or a person holding a warm cup of tea gazing in the direction of the orange sky, that there is a familiar process of experience, a familiar train of thought, a breeze of the old past. Sometimes, I ask too much, I seek for the unattainable altitude, and I fall below the depths of earth, into the clutches of the endless pit, and struggle to break free from the veins of entrenchment, just to leave unbearable scars for the search for freedom. I have been wandering around the murky trench below, searching high and low for the ceilings of truth, passing each day with a small margin of hope in a large bountiful of desperation.
