INSIDE THE ADYTUM
If all the world could just see the face beseeching against being alone,
those frightened eyes seeking for a pleasant sight,
those quivering hands searching for something sturdy to lean on,
that lost figure looking for a place to hide...
If only all the world could sense that underneath indifference lurks heartaches...
that behind strictness are uncertainties and fears unspoken...
Then all the world will see a young girl, sitting in a corner of a dark room...
afraid to poke around...
scared that none of she may reach will last just to be with her.
Some tough huh?
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A D Y T U M
I'm searching for things I cannot see...
Welcome to my place!
You may find my page too theatrical, vague and pointless. This page, nevertheless, proved to be a venue where I discharge my struggles, conflicts and confusion.
Feel free to browse and leave notes.. It'll be well-appreciated. All the entries here are my literature, you may quote them as you find them relatively sensible.
As a closure for this welcome message, let me quote a line from Procurator of Judaea...
"That man is prudent who neither hopes nor fears anything from the uncertain events of the future... We, ourselves, are our own witnesses, and our judges."
Welcome to my place!
You may find my page too theatrical, vague and pointless. This page, nevertheless, proved to be a venue where I discharge my struggles, conflicts and confusion.
Feel free to browse and leave notes.. It'll be well-appreciated. All the entries here are my literature, you may quote them as you find them relatively sensible.
As a closure for this welcome message, let me quote a line from Procurator of Judaea...
"That man is prudent who neither hopes nor fears anything from the uncertain events of the future... We, ourselves, are our own witnesses, and our judges."
a sketch