no man’s land

The space we created outside our conjunctive lives of fear and torment.
Kill exuberance and invite dying hormones to play with our inner strength. then get infected, and blame the inevitable as an excuse for rustling endurance.

We endorse scattered desires, we love the red and enjoy the emptiness around. But despise our failures for not having enough sunshine around.

Why lay around when we have brightness living ahead? You always have a choice.

Published by lifeoholic

Flamboyance meets me, and I could be contagiously luring. It kind of comes off in my writing, as my stories of passion and indulgence unfold.

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