A simple note. Its an inebriated life out of helplessness. Some physical decay of a disabled soul that more or less restraining the ever shining dreams that had some heartfelt songs for the chosen. But !... Its never ever be that one but the habitual credence regarding some popular notions say so. I slipped into it's mainstreams, so turbulent enough to kill my delicate breath unkind. In the end, It neither mould my soul's contours, nor my precious decay, so it remains so damn same.