Thoughts that over-pound my soul and mind leaving me bombarded and helpless. Who would have known how a simple blog could bury and hide so much from the outside world. Things that are left here, stories that are written here, memories that haunt the mind here, thoughts that are scattered all over the pages that seem never-ending, are all too complex in this narrative.
This is the place where I could escape and not have to worry about anyone or anything, but myself. A place where I may be critiqued, yet heard. An accommodation of unknown thoughts, but a place where people can listen and travel with. Questions left unanswered, thoughts venting out - letting it out in this bewildering passage.
A dimension where people have managed to stay hidden between pages and name; I myself have included as well.
This is the place where I could escape and not have to worry about anyone or anything, but myself. A place where I may be critiqued, yet heard. An accommodation of unknown thoughts, but a place where people can listen and travel with. Questions left unanswered, thoughts venting out - letting it out in this bewildering passage.
A dimension where people have managed to stay hidden between pages and name; I myself have included as well.
