recounting the days, cancelling the dates as my path to freedom leads. not stroking out on my 18th bdae, bt my hellish ordeal. work . work sucks, i noe. bt no1 left me roses bt the stairs. no one cares. how i manage the precision timing of school & work with adequate rest. the lerthargy tumor kept growing inside of me. aging symptoms in a tender 18 year old body. it keeps on & on. aches. & acres of enigmas. however , the persistence kept me goin strong. the look of cold hard cash resulted my battery life resistance not to run out. its reluctance to throw in the towel. cumbersome it was , bt hardwork hav its rewards. daring myself to walk through the brazen fire of lifes torment. fire. ah yes. witness a horrific tale of tragedy as i stare into the blank space while on the tranport to my place where i had my days most spent. ponder the source of the dense black smoke on the starless night. i kept glazing over till i my eyes deadlocked on a blazing building. yards away. pinch & shook frantically to awake from the nightmare. bt to no avail. what a scary sight. as i wish not to elaborate it. somehow struck the roots of my arm hair. kept aloft. working tonight, as i prayed hard. came upon realisation its beleaguered ways down from hell treatment. yeah. the weak wil suffice. dream date with destiny is still in the making. phew. its must be sumkind of immortal powers i hav. that struck through me. like a bolt to energise the magnectic fields , thus resulting the energy pointer to point , full blast. craps. well, a things for sure, i miss my carefree life. came into pondering state the status of singleton yet un carefree. its almost similar. either way u look at it. duh. or free time with no cash? cash bt no free time? it took a balancing act on the meter scale. as wonderment of my lightyears was pass it due date.
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