My morning begun with the invoking insight of my muse; the person who enables me write and live a meaningful life. The person who has become a major part of my life. He said at the strike of 10: " LIFE IS WAITING FOR NOTHING". The intensity of his word burned down to cinders, all my misconstrued, bigoted contemplation of life as tedium. The indictments that I foresee of the future ideologies of the human condition, sent down a sudden chills up my spine. The fowl resplendence nurtured in this derelict world never let me sleep a moment in peace. My brain spun with the anxiety of my anticipated future?
