No river no lakes can put the fire out.

The imagery is almost palpable. Limbs growing decrepit,sights deteriorated,bones fractured. And yet im still intact,in perfect condition. How do you verify the existence of something when its played in excerpts of  rom-com epilogues and the chorus of an evocating melody. Eternity is a fallacy. Paltry endeavours of venturing into the exaggeration of it morphed my being into something emotionally unavailable. Once doe-eyed and oblivious of reality, and now just reiterating rusty simpers and fabricating euphony to feign something humane. It dawned upon me,correspondence drops off as time struts delicately and emotional tendencies dwindles. Like writings in the sky. Temporal. Achromatized and wan in colour now, for it stripped me off that glow and yet i've housed some sort of permanent residence for it in my cranium. Armed for any emotional tendencies that pursues once i'm catapulted back to relevancy. (God knows how really)

And then nightmare ensues. Goodnight.