MC

​I found him somewhere around my demise, like a gift from God thinking I’ve had enough maybe not. ​I’m gonna stick to the yes cause I’d rather live in the delusion of your existence. Will I be able to fetch my canvas? the one that makes me want to write every step of my life under the sky. ​Glider darkness I encounter, pure as some ubiquitously cleared after being. Will I be able to see my canvas? what if I destroy him with insignificant self of mine. ​Bottle down his worthiness put him in the ocean of loneliness & emptiness that have the capacity to make one elusive enough to be concealed. ​Will I be able to stand in front of my canvas? courageous to kill my desire than be before you. Before the lively aura that I can feel anywhere, Immersed in sanity. ​What if I make you daunting that fears with all the terrors on earth, to turn your existence unrealistic worth to believe my madness. ​Will I be able to talk my canvas? which words are able to escape the charm of your mouth, I always wonder whether they would have the strength to make a sense. ​I foresee them slipping & vanishing as if they were never there what if I cover all the fullness, make the word disrespect the power of craved sound.