I hardly know why I am a failed genius. I have traced you where ever I happen to be. I have lost the track of my own knowledge in a quest to find you. Sometimes my heart feels the lonely moments are the only reality with me. I do not reply to my so desolate heart. I do know even if you were with me its not going make a much difference. My heart is a donkey with me. It doesn't know any thing of mine.
At this moment a bullshit romantic song is being played at my Sony S some another is there its not clear to my eyes.I have heard from Pakistan religious cranks too , about : much of it. I have seen in my own world too. I think I should not elaborate further.
I was standing besides that Acachia arabica standing alone to the environment. I noticed many sprouting s at and around its hardy and beautiful visible range. The spicules were a little soft at that time , may be owing to immediate showers that got the environment a little mesophytic in content looks and feels.
I wished you could have been with me. My heart did oblige me to say : you simply make rose gardens out of thin airs.
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