My Life Remains Mundane

I indicate in my dreams, a place of sorrow and unclean but to reherse this uncharted tale , I quiver the wickedness and the harshed spell. Though I pray, I reveal in consciousness no meager display in the city of Chantilly. It is a commonplace of many decorated supplements, and so implemented with management that it could be relegated as an ice palace of the purest snow, encompassed by the finest tundra; a crystallized beauty, harnessed by winter’s cold. A Moscovian reverie, which have been configured into reality. But these things nonetheless, leave me weary. .My profound dignity shows no act of protest, no a demeanor initiative, for I am not aware of what significance is the fruit of the future, that hangs so firmly that I could touch. My main focus is to do my operative labor rather than being subdued by those liars, the innocent crimson sun that sets, flows with blood from those for who saw it, the pacifist moon, that refracts every being with a light of utter insignificance, lastly, the dead of night that is supposed to withhold the beauty of the soul ignited with the flame of passion, the translucent radiance of the stars, and the scientific wonder of the comets and the meteors, elaborating their direction, master less of their known course. These things leave a man with am intuitive of uncertainty henceforth, making his discretions almost unbearable to settle with. His life becomes his priority, his dreams dampened with despair. These things can be understandable, out of our own euphoria, resides a power of the most quantity, an inspiration far beyond what most aspirates us; live of the dream, allow those satyrs to orchestrate; lend their melody to the wind, and those meteors to bleed across the night sky with such phenomenal sumptuousness, I must permit the love I once had for my heart to aflame, with benevolence and succumb myself to its meadowsweet caress as I walketh on a fine savannah of the most high.

For executing these things in my life, would’ve manage to reconstruct a place of sanctuary, therein my heart can be at rest from hardship and in its midst, I will find peace. Though in where my phantom feelings cannot, my life remains mundane.

My Life Remains Mundane


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