Every night is spent in anticipation for the upcoming future, latest daydreams to weave in the cocoon of blankets, wishes entangled in every breath exhaled. This is what describes me every night…my visual self.
That was prologue. Several chapters of my life are still incomplete. Gaps and holes are found in every chapter but than maybe they describe my imperfections, dark thoughts I wish to conceal, maybe in embarrassment or maybe not everyone would find them agreeable. Every day I conceal things from people which are complex. I conceal them from myself, deceiving myself.
Lets be honest.What do I want? Several things. I have wishes that I want to be fulfilled.
Someone, something, somewhere.
Rest is for you to imagine!
An ode to thoughts 