10848 days

In ten thousand eight hundred and forty eight days ,I have been through a lot.. To the point of conspicuous negligence to one's personal presence "physically" That keeping any social attraction a millimeter above platonic leaves me questioning my normalcy "emotionally" I am in unending conflicts with my own thoughts on the do's and don'ts birthing doubted capabilities "mentally" The existence of a deity seems just like another myth, exposing me "spiritually" In ten thousand eight hundred and forty eight days, I tirelessly seeked for the key The key that they told me would open the doors to the good life The good life that wouldn't be short of blessings Blessings that would for a change put me on the other side of the applauses and flaunting But in ten thousand eight hundred and forty days, The light at the end of the tunnel has since become a myth Rock bottom's bottomless basement has dawned. The only light there is the one from the flash light of my cheap smart phone as I capture fugazi highlights of this depressing life BRANDIFEST