U’r not there…

” Willy wonka slips when the going gets rough….”

You’re not there …

There was a land of fertility and joy.  It was a very intriguing one. It promises the fulfilling  of dream.

But it was a fake promise. It  wasn’t supposed to be a desperate expectation.

There should be something fugly.. Some thorn lurking within a rose.. Impossible a neverland is all bout pulchritude. Defense mechanism.

It’s merely  an escape dream ..Always rotates back just for fleeing from pain.

You’re not there …

 

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About fortuner

The requiem of silence and loquacious gabbing recorded in zillion precious moments. I am a tiny molecule flung amidst the milkyway claiming for its identity sought through the chronicle, either trivial or significant journal. A partly ambitious seeker, a slothful rambler,an unembarrassed procrastinator, a fictional dreamer, a wild B-I-T-C-H (babe in total craziness of herself), an affectionate socialist, a real human, extrovert and introvert, gregarious and anti social cross sectioning, fabricating an intricate tale spinner with dozens of millions worth-to-be-read stories.

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