Unprecedented discourse!

& Here again, amidst the crossroad of my own deluding self, I stand! Feeble yet tall!

My intimidation has grown its audacity, too much to savor, every bit of my consciousness, just as the dust to flames! I hope, I pray, in desperacy, for my freedom. Freedom from this vehement yet intoxicating apparel of my own soul. Despicable, I feel, a wrath, and much more to this monologue. The one I have resorted to recently. I want to keep it silent. Silent on the outside, and too gawky and loud on the inside. My head, it goes all numb and alert at the same time. Maybe it is due to this unfathomable slur, that my mind ditches me against. This mind game, it has taken its course through something that is much more than cosmos. Cosmos would be too little an assertion for it! I have been falling prey to it. Indecently, incalcitrantly and unstoppably to what I just don’t choose to affirm to. Yet I end up weaving an indistinct and inseparable pattern, best described by my own unexplainable yet deliberate twinge. The more I try to rescue myself from this interwoven, bizarre colloquy of my own, I get sulked, yet docile to its temperament. I have submitted. I have quitted on trying to calm it down, to keep it muted. I am gone shreds and patches over my own miscreant self. Let, this soul be my savior, let it discern silence from cracky tones, salvage me at my own mercy! And if I am to be granted freedom from this merciless browbeating projected on me, I would promise to abide by the rules of the saint in me, that would bereft me of this colloquy of my own harrier!!