Inarticulate Proposal



"The fury and madness amplified by impulsive, harsh roars we exchanged. But it is not the never ceasing bawls, but the tranquility of silence, the lonliness of solitude from your sudden absence which tears me apart more than hope and faith can retain.

The mere thought of what was, what is and what will be burns within with such toxicity it suffocates, it chokes. Severed slowly and surely, but the yearning remains, invisible to the eye. To return to the past, but glorious time machine there is none thus the uncompassionate clock will turn back not. Prospect are dry, but even if ripe it will never be as beautific as yesteryear.

Piece the lost jigsaw of me back with your warmth, your affection, your love. Sacrifices and compromises might revitalise, and with time yield what was once thought dead."

Triumph is not beyond possibility; with indomitable spirit and undertaking,