Hyperactive imagination.

♥LaLa Land™

Paradox is what i am..

As opposed to tight logic.

Dear diary,, Tue-dayy*231o1o* .

NovemberNocturne.

TaintedTuesday.

We woke at dawn..
& like any other.
but unbeknownst to i..
a realisation so obscure, is to be unravelled.

t'was a swarm of kerns adhered for battle.
thy filled with features smeared of disdain.

intensity breathes o'er the concrete land..

Can we know whence comes this atmosphere?

|-extract from Macbeth ActI,SceneII-|
As whence the sun ’gins his reflection
Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, me lady, mark.
|seargant|

Here.. speaks a man of valor.
Last of his kind..
t'was only he..

only he hath painted bliss on his face.

Worthy to be a rebel, for to that..
thou uttered..
what good is scorn?
The multiplying villainies of nature..

Do swarm upon them
& choke their art.
As seemeth by his plight, doubtful it stood.
he was.. to reform the world.

A mark.. for the start of a bright future..

it starts with the sons and daughters..

lending thy hand.. warming thy hearts..

o come ye days.. we be able to speak in comfort once again.

& i..

am self-entertained. once again.

see what you've done to me?
hha.. i've but gone insane with your way of thoughts.

LiL♂Miss[V]exatious