The Franchise Of Side B

Fleeting moment of silence from the distance

Echoing silently in pain within the ebbs of solitude

Asunder into pieces as if the heart breaks into a million shattered glasses

Piercing,

Tearing,

Numbing,

Until there's nothing left

But a wry apathy of gaze

An empty empty intent look

In the horizon

Where only the limitless thoughts

Of imagination 

Can fathom -

What's deep within.. Was it?

Troubles,

Or 

Just the mere cacophony of uneventful panorama

and

Encounters

of this sojourn

The active volcano and the hoboabs

“was motionless for an instant, he did not cry out, He fell as gently as a young tree falls”

Let me know, hit me up if you remember that.

... and tell me where.

Words of the Wise: Of Birthdays

Make time for your Mom on your birthday, it's her special day too!

-mac

For Pic only

Of Sensitivities

As per my friend Jhonathan, left handed people are sensitive.