Alexander Keli Mutua - Coherent year

It might be one but in any way why I pose like a question. Why? The engulf of times taken the toll over me or the world. If the impact upon the earth surface resist my prevalence then equally the course of mind revolve. Like the unconsciousness taking the journey of times and seasons. Pleasant year it may sound and resound in my mind scribbling and scrolling upon these cohesiveness that I work on words. Which if spoken sometimes might curtail the journey upon life of the absence of existence.

Do you mind journeying within the realms of my mind. Many distance the thought of say and hearsay probably am the utmost naysayer. I revel upon that giggle with me because the taste might be sour when the reignite of life pronounce its embark upon the encircle of vividness and vigor. Probably am thinking am might be able to grab a guitar matter fact a bass guitar. String the concurrent and recurrent of times with their complementing taste. Did I miss a word trying to be real or I my scared of the adjust of times. Unknowingly or knowingly not acknowledging the far-stretch of the own existence.

Not worry about that I'll gallop when my time reignites the passion of embarking into realms of reality. Question was I or have I been living in illusions that take utmost toll of own feelings and thoughts shared by a write of words. Rubbing upon the right hand and left hand caressing the squares of letters. If we thirsty by now lets drink a glass or two.

Alexander Keli Mutua

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