ABSOLUTE QUEST

                                                                                                              

               The month of August is over. September, here I come. Another stage battle to start with. Rush, confusion, unshared thoughts and unbearable pain that conditionally affected my inner being from the last few days. From what I've been saying awhile ago, these are burdens slaughtering me day-by-day.

                     Friends, they are always there, but in reality they can't do nothing. I myself is a friend to many. My friends known me for so long, and so am I. But at some point I think that they are present in us, just for them to feed their conscience. I can't really tell, what's the sense of why I'm pointing this thing. But it's the way I express things, since I'm  free in the things or  in a manner where I can't hurt somebody's feeling. I'm writing at this very moment because it's the best way to comfort myself in times of misery and disdain. All I know is that I'm hurt and unloved.