Fixing the time that I had in remembering what life’s experiences has put me through
The thought of hovering over the past, more often than not, rendered me completely fixed in an overdose of indifference.
I want to be able to look at you in the face and tell you that I’m tired of this game.
But everytime I take that breather, it leaves me a step further than achieving my want.
You have misplaced my person; the regal truth to an undulating zephyr crust
I fret and have this repulsive feel for your indignant qualm
I write this with no intention to ...