In thirst of a macabre dream, a sweet or a sensual one. Dreams lacking the content incessantly all the nights. These morbid fascination with antagonism of solitude and dream leads to an inhibition by the mind and heart partitioned from rest of the body but trying to entice using the whole body. I may not fall for the insane fascination towards the mocking dreams, alerting its presence with repeating blasphemy of unintentional desires trying to intimidate me. The more nearer one gets, the more difficult to send them away, the more bothered you will be unless you show a sordid carelessness which I lack at least at heart.
