Threatening the one with patience, flirting with the one with guts, fantasising the un realistic reality, factorising the segments in factions, leading with illusions despite delusions. Like minded are hard to scratch but seems most valuable ones for the souls with saint characters. I do find myself the most inappropriate yet the most appropriate one for myself. I AM I.....visualising and dreaming to find myself in another soul one day....! I AM I...The culprit soul tend to be the most destructive one ...!Seems quite unlikely for the one I care...to look around myself ..OHH i am kidding myself, I am Instil can't help myself sailing through the storms of pretentious behaviours. Banking on one ,hiding myself behind the undo obstacles, seeking shelters from the wrong one seems a history now. As i moved on, I AM I. Wondering around to find myself in the smog around ...Fighting hard to rescue myself...in this pathetic society full of filthy surprises I managed to find myself ...I AM I....

 And there i came to realise only fishing in the healthy environment doesn't makes the fish taste better, we mould over-selves but still found to be  quite stiff to others .To began with an end is quite disgraceful but meaningful at the same time. Only the most happier are the ones bearing the deepest grieves but we consider their annoyance the ambiguity in their character and their humbleness as ordinary. Only the best divers drown. I wish I had a friend just like me,ohh I am wondering in this world of everlasting demolishers ,that destruct  not to build something new ,but just to amuse their rotten humours. I wish that I could really wish.....This calmness of environment, staging of the droplets ,shivering of the wimpy. This serenity tends to be  the sight for lone rangers ..!I wish I could find a way. But I came to know  this fog  tends to appear for a reason...!

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I wonder why people close to me betray the moment i least expect them to do so, while I praise their loyalty they make my words mock at me ,I wonder why sometimes my bona fide act seems abhorrent to others, I wonder why my soul feels befogged every time I look around this haphazard society with synthetic faces trying to be sweet and pretending to be my well wishers 'I really wonder why people consider me dump not realising that the quality they are  posing isn't the reference to judge! I wonder why i misguide myself to lead illusions in myself. I wonder why my life seems that costly to offer some price and grief as a price becomes that affordable in my case ...