I loathe so many. When I believe there is nothing you can offer me, my mind transcends to a state of my own penchant and is not tormented by your manipulative tongue. However, the bell still tolls. A call of duty, where in our final confrontation, rises me to my feet and we settle this with a skirmish of the minds. Back and forth. An exhausting turbulence wakes the demons, through the cracks in the floor they disperse like ash on a blowy day, into the primary function of our being. Alone, we sit together. Silence is golden. Silence is grand. Silence menaces the external world and as lack of creativity would bear the infant mind great strife and agitation. It is then we should exercise the silent stillness. The child's mind sleeps again. When the monitors of our existence slumber is when we shall make our escape, fear not the mystery which awaits you into regions less traveled, fear only your inevitable decay in the stopped wave of the past.
Ganj Reviewed by Ganj on . Silence is grand I loathe so many. When I believe there is nothing you can offer me, my mind transcends to a state of my own penchant and is not tormented by your manipulative tongue. However, the bell still tolls. A call of duty, where in our final confrontation, rises me to my feet and we settle this with a skirmish of the minds. Back and forth. An exhausting turbulence wakes the demons, through the cracks in the floor they disperse like ash on a blowy day, into the primary function of our being. Alone, we Rating: 5