Tuesday, 12 March 2013

The Battler

My noddle is the lair of compact crotchet, cycling reveries and complexity. You cannot discern my being for I am far from your homespun domain. The sun waves goodbye to another sun, once more I flex my spot-on nature. I am every bit as dog-tired as a combatant is. 

Darkness is a considered ally on account of the stealth it hands over. With the underlying moon my path is radiantly silverized. If you could ride on these waves, I would take you to the cavity of my soul. I wish to know, do you know where I am coming from?

I wage arms against my coiling temperament because I want to change how you people see us. Hear me out, I am making myself well.

 I am the battler.   


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