FOG TALES

clouded mind

Author's Note

No face blames me for writing on a refine wood.
Walk with me inky,mostly on blue because that were my heart is carefully placed,
although my soul propagates good intentions,
i can't redeem my expressions that hides behind the love,care and many more.
Now i have a new life,but before the new one i had an old bike,old friend,old house
odd feeling when clouded by miscreants.
I pose in a portrait fashion longitudinal view of a plightfull passenger misled by his work occasionally.
Why seat in the moonlight and tell those stories,when they happened in broad day,no offense i am enclosed in my own illusory,but come to think of it,
What if all this were real,
What if i dear to walk the paradox of time,
What if i never wrote wrote this words.

Reviews

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Faking your emotions to make people feel good about themselves

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this are soft memories that were left behind.please give your reviews