- - My Stella - - No -.69 Comments

I am none of you and my stoicism has nothing to do with your quietude or engrained one, the bottommost. A foreign selfam I with different rhythm, wavelength and a sundar oozed being

Wisdom was inherent in each passing hour of indigence and I was a wondering witness.

My life was a scope, rich to die each moment and resurrect the next moment and recoil again.