BirhangZ

On a day of contradictions and broken promises, he washes ashore on his ideals, an island rich with opportunities. Days roll into weeks over these glassy skies, bewitched are the dreams he has, have and had. The grains that first breath new life in his lo-co-motion, he realizes that they've slowly become just miniature rocks and stones laid on this perpetual earth circling the island. The mesmerizing sound of waves crashing against the sand convoluted to a digression, a great bait to depression hiding behind the palm trees and the somber leaves that cast a contrast of greenery amongst the great big blue. "Ah, just when did...", he ponde

Just got off a call with Mom, this realization sundered through me, lightning. Maybe it's for the few that are alike me, god willing. Happiness, thou, be real, would you be just a selfishness in it's purity? My parents, both sons being thousands of kilometers away, constricted in a mix of yellow and blue, surprisingly enough, green. Throughout the spur of growth, gone through many, a roads with the promise of xanadu. But, only now though, I've my eyes open. Surface from all these words written, sometimes, distance can bring you closer, closer still than would you be closer then. Distance, distance, oh, aren't you a little architect?

Time has flown, robbing my breath with it. In the stillness, in oblivion since. Here I am gaping perpetually to stay alive, sinking with every step fooled with audacity. Seemingly betrayed by sight, sight that had me thinking all my life, an aid unparalleled in trust. 23 years now, blind i have been, always. Every waking day, they're the same to me. Filled to the brim with waste. So much waste, it wouldn't let the tiniest of lights through, a black hole. I've become accustomed to such ambience. Almost in comfort, countenance in façade, I swagger on. A gait that has seemingly begun to lose all meaning. Ryan said it best. All, anyt