Chronicles of a HeadCase.

Adaptation of transitions will only prevail as long as you let it. Consumed by the temptation of illusory attachments will only last as long as the fog that defies your vision. I am glad I finally faced up with the responsibilities of being. Sometimes… anyway… yet the tasteless hint of regret will always linger that I could have played a little more. However, the instinct that strikes a balance between the heart, mind and soul will always unveil the best solution. And the solution, will always be more worthwhile if there are no shortcuts to its toll. I was quite surprised how a balance is met when all four forces are aligned and sat before the round table… never would have imagined that I could be a factor that would bring peace and tranquility to heart and minds of the loved ones and red lines that cannot be denied. I’m satisfied… but knowing in the back of my head, that this presence won’t last, a devise to revise certain livelihoods will have to come to play for me to be free to roam once again, the fairgrounds of our dream. I wonder if I can free the shackled souls trapped in the corosive tank that will slowly but surely burn the essence of what makes them true… I have to, or I will have failed in what seems to be the most important task in my life, to date. Wish me luck my brethren .

~ by case on November 20, 2005.