Unsheathing

I was dawning ramblings of thoughts left and right. Pertaining the audible glance of the unearthed glee that is my monday foot.
The so called anguish of one’s deranged assumptions can actually twist the whole thing and make it sound so bad and ludicrous.
My one liner apprehensions are better yet enraging to make it culpable. Someday my transcending anomalies will guide me to its undeniable betrayal.
I know that my thoughts are misquoted and clustered to a point where no one won’t even dare to organize. In a society where uncertainties draws blood, full of assumptions that everything can be put in order according to the norms.
If only I could say and mean every word that comes from my slithering unwavering tongue, I could be somewhere right now doing my own thing satisfying every angle of my sick and abrasively dwindling soul.

Soon…..

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