The din of noises rises to a high pitch, as mocking voices disrupt the stability of my spiritual peace,
and at the same instant sinister of friendship began to protrude allowing the society to once again show it's ugly but truest form...
My remedy of heal is nothing but tighten schedules of library visits and the flip of pages through my anatomical reference which is my silent teacher... And true companion she is...
Busy-ness... A drug I took to keep myself from focusing on the tears that are at the brink of welding up my eyes, a distraction to the lacrimal gland that is activated with by those unending cortisol productions...
I am drained, physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally, but only to realise.... It's just the beginning...
