Touched Upon

It had been years. My creative self, hidden, ignored and dusted, solemnly approached, wandered from one thought to another. Waited in anticipation to be touched upon. Yet, here I laid, disillusioned, content with the course my life was embarking upon. Fooling myself with the belief that this was the focused me, aiming to reach for the skies. (c) boringbug Continue reading Touched Upon

I Am Lost In A Metropolitan

As I look around the city, I see abysmal faces. Souls running after nothingness. There are skyscrapers all around, shadowing the sun, the trees, and human desires. The corporate ladders are leading downwards in a spiral while the young minds visibly irate seem lost within. It’s a sorry state of affairs, this metropolitan. A jungle of concrete with no time to spare. Everyday being a … Continue reading I Am Lost In A Metropolitan