Lessons from life-I

I looked at the abandoned train tracks ahead and laughed at the irony. I did not know, just like the tracks ahead, where my life was going, in which direction it was going to take. Funny thing is, years after, fully sober, much clear-headed and with a little bit of maturity in, I still don't.

#insta_creations (Part-XIX)

We are a crude sponge, sucking away on a plethora of emotions, cultures, violence, lust, greed and hate while walking on the year road towards all-consuming eternal oblivion.

#insta_creations (Part-XVIII)

We're all spiders spinning complicated webs of lies, confusion, hate, deceit, and betrayal; waiting to trap innocent, malnourished insects. Sometimes in a cruel play of irony, we end up getting caught in the web of another spider.

Rant~

A good writer strives for appreciation as much as he strives for constructive criticism; and how can he expect criticism and/or appreciation when his content is only out there for a select few? It is much more difficult to convey heartwarming and heart wrenching emotions through the tactical use of fundamental elements than resorting to serpentine words with equally esoteric contexts.