Some bullshits I missed to duct tape.

Like ungulates with their solid hooves, the sound of stampede lingers my ear. I hear them and see them wearing frocks of irrationalism. As if they are bound to feed me and eventually devour me at the end of the day. I keep on telling my self that fate has every hold of my being and that on every step I make has something to do with the happy-ending thing everyone wants to set in. After being incarcerated for 20 long years, technically the fate-thing sounds absurd. Sometimes, it doesn’t make sense anymore. In some cases, fate keeps me from holding on having in mind what lies ahead is better. I have been waiting for my emancipation from the time I realized the things going around me sucks more than I thought. Worst, I thought I’m done with it and that doesn’t keep me from being frustrated. I have not proven myself anything except that I am human and I am breathing. Does it even make sense?

Like political colloquy about murder slash massacre and the like, it is more of mayhem—very mutilating. I was not born with some sort of prodigy or something and I guess this is not a ticket for being labeled unfortunate. Or does it? Like nuisance of their own hopes and dreams, they made a catastrophic scene on me.

I missed to duct tape mouths who speaks irrelevant words. Mouths of people who talk and talk and talk but has words that doesn’t mean anything.