Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

Confused

Haven't been blogging for the past days, kinda bogged down by some personal issues. My mind is so overwhelmed by trying to find the ultimate answer that I often neglect the true meaning of life. The purpose of my presence in this ever-changing and revolving world. I am so lost now. Everything is so surreal.

It can be such a simple question yet it warrant my whole attention and can be at times emotionally drained. One moment I can be so sure of myself, so able to "psycho" myself to accept whatever lies ahead of me and be open-mined. Likwise, uncertainties and seeds of doubts will start to germinate inside me and I will, unwittingly began to quiver about what lies ahead.

The vision is not clear, vague amidst the gloom.