Bushswagger

Stars do crystallize over time; just like how time freezes each en-capturing, each single follicle of what would be deemed as a rupture in the bodice of the mind. Each dendron, every neurone speaks of letters that are unfathomable; leaving astonishment partnered by wisps of astounded knowledge. Lingering memories that embody the depression of yesteryears depart with actions instilled by courteous detachment from every atom of the heart. The light intensity and polarity escalates with great intentions; sailing away from cruel, risque harbours that once used to dock the sands of flustered emotion. We gaze up, for the longing to be freed, and the subtle hope that the waves would cascade down the shores gently as how it was in what it seemed like a distant memoir.