Merlin Antony

To strain the essence of how you feel into words never seemed simple. However hard you try; you can only acquire an image of that. The real object is far away, out of our reach, and the sensations that has always been restricted to this world. The coming out of this restraint and to express your life after is what brings you home. The return to the roots. The fear of how truly we are inside and the undivided attention we give to metaphorize it, becomes meaningless after this point. I stand in this meaninglessness, and it tells the struggle to look at myself in eye. We vouch for things that are easy, easy because it is familiarised. Running away from old habits and relearning, is rebirth. I offer you the picture of my mind, frozen and still. I hope you read my fossils. I hope you observe it.