the ship..

the ship..
as obidient as a programmed cyborg.
i get what i want..theres something weird about me. somehow i always end up wishing for miseries and being quite content with every bitter fruit i dominate on.
i rejoice the erratic virtue of choice..
building castles in the air..as always it collapses to my despair.when ever the journey has been some what on the verge of being steady there has to be an abandoned package of curse in the way..and i love unpacking packages ...the utter feeling of shock drives me insane and sometimes inhumane.
few nights back was laying on my back under the sky...gazing clueless -target stars.
a twinkling sun expressed how relative things can be...i see them mobbing the sky above me..but astronauts say they are walled by light-years.
disgust ,exhaust , lost , weak , hopeless
in the end all gets squared up!!
Cheerz !! AMEN