Inside My Inner Calm
In an evening where the day passed without anything particularly splendid to comment on or make mention about, I leave my would be complacency to go in search of you. You and your leisurely, methodical, calming repose that stills my mind to ease distresses long lost within your presence; your willingness to unravel all the intricate laces of time’s bindings to unnecessary pressures that eliminate pleasures from their rightful places among all the parts of our being alive. Yes, my affectionate ambition, I wait in need of you. For I cannot take the daily drivel of mediocrity’s mayhems to bare such a devil’s burden of stupidity alone; and I am loathed to believe that any such thing would even dare to attempt such a pathetic attempt to entertain me knowing you are the craving that sates all longing in the fluidity of my being. Why must the conductors of such designated disorder inflate their turmoil into our lives while they care not one iota for the minutes of our lives fill...