disfigured thoughts
if i could have the mind of a thousand man then my existence would be on turf. i stay away thinking too much and stress my main machine of thoughts as much as possible i could. there's no way i could equate the inane gift of my brain in other things under my nose. a bold and brave man may take the risk but for me cowardice is sometimes a bravest choice under an untangled situation. we may be lucky for a time but bad luck tails the good often than not. some things are meant to happen and so as ideas are meant to be acknowledge. if quandary struck my chords of emotions then what choice do i have but shake it off as simply as that. doubts is just a thread away, either it lets you down or let doubts down. i'm not a preacher nor an adviser who is armored with words in its softest impact no matter how huge it is to take. i couldn't give a hundreds of words per day but i could give a thousand of smiles per hour. an unconventional truth such too hard to believe. from the collective