Sitting in front of glaring fifteen inch, in a total block of thoughts and words, eyes stare a period, which got

there moments ago… Hypnotizes mind – leaving it sedated and blank… Period throws to another period, vultures of past hover around, attack tentacles of memories, some good, some bad… Weigh down to the ground, forbearance bleeds the heart, soul watches silently, still and amazed… Loneliness adds fuel to set ablaze, memories of past close to heart – those ties of brotherhood, that bondage of friends, the love of family, bring facile on dry lips, wonders where’s all of it now, wanders to want it all back again. Period rises to tell, they went far away – abandoning the ever lonely, in the vast ocean of memories…

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