Alive.

To be able to cope with the flaws of anything i've deemed to be in a state of completeness spawns a peaceful being out of me. The revelation of how amidst the idealistic shots of life , coupled w/ effervescent vibes of everyone flashing pearly whites however convincing , qualms exist. In all forms really , little germ-like anxieties that developes into something irrefutably and inevitably callous that occurs right before us. Much to my oblivion. Its akin to the cliches of all cliches i've been known to isolate myself from. Which only leads to.. the speculations of me reprising my role of the gauche. And all this is seen by the naked eye. Because people dont delve deeper. The idiocy of how people are validated merely from the surface is sickening and this just triggers my fury to volcanic proportions to the highest degree. A great deal of things i yearn for has always and will always remain illusory. A good friend of mine once said , in life you'll have endless encounters with beings, some good some arent. However cold however delightful they've been , you're shackled to the cliches of life to just learn from them. However tiny the lesson is. These things prepares you for whats in store for the future. And this.. might seem petty but these words are the only thing i've got a tenacious grip for , to salvage whats left of my rationality. To revive the lively and animated being i once was. Inner demons consuming you , bit by bit. I am alive after all.