my spell

i wake up flawed and grey since long months ago...

i danced a life of indulgence into self-delusion and irrationality. Yet, involuntarily feeling bits of my thoughts and ambitions being chewed off by this dance of life every passing minute. i once truly believe that i can take off on a dream but before the end, he is just a shadow like all the other shadows of make believe.

i have said a million times and still counting; to be able to give life, i have to learn and grasp me a new lease of life, to forcefully walk down a renew path of uncertainity.

my spell ... when all fairy dust has settled when all old cheese had ran out. start anew on my discomfort and feed on my the desires of my external wants, i will find new cheese.