Life’ s anonymous over my dreams, well shattered ,well scattered , well defined under a refinery undescriptive situation… Would u mind? If I hold up ur pen for a while n clutch up my twist to come over my fears, to scatter up words with ink… Well no!! U won’t allow so far.. It’s my life it’s my rules n same is yours ,how come u will over lift me other than being a disgust to nature of life… Ur hands might b a clean chapter but my finger prints inked ,how come I misprint them over a shadowy clown ..clown of my face where nothing but a miss-fit survives.. U see ! things r sculptured under my hands,… I wana note here a subscription letter to myself for my thoughts to permit myself for writting a life where nothing else but a hell survivor exists … I wana pen-down my surface of clumsy heart but it’s so steadily moving that blood seizing in my veins… Reddish with mist, dusty with thoughts … Swift with a spark …! soon coming up with a light side,hopefully … Limits being a limit n images to my sea hawk ,well being my survivor, pray for a moment to super-fishy stable of my life .. !! Regards love!!