Silently waiting for our mortality to disintegrate our dreams. Destruction is the ultimate truth then why don't we believe. The things that we see. Destruction wrecking all of us day by day. Still we don't wish to foresee the wrecking catastrophe. We should award ourselves with trophies for going on with our lives being oblivious to the infinitive which is spreading it's jaw to devour us. But following our paradigms we go on, many of us being naive and coward look for the ultimate glee in thier implanted supposed wishes and dreams without recognising end as there ultimate peace. But some of us know our inevitable doom becoming numb to all the crests and troughs of the wave we are riding on. Being unabashed by the monster of the deep seas they row their boats with oars of courage and frivolity.
A contract with my self. That we never dared to break. But one fine day. All hell broke loose. A strangling force pushed me. I took a knife and butchered. Untangling all the clutters In search of truth I walked down to the roots Butchering it into pieces I peeled off it's layers. It was just a facade. To whom I always spoke to. All this while there was no clue of truth. Now I finally realized. For whom I was working for all this while. Who do I really satisfied? Truth was always embedded in the contract. Masquerading itself as a blasphemous act. It's conjure one could never understand.
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