QUINTESSENTIAL EXISTENCE.

                      But it is all enervated. Reappearing as a muted voice through stumbling words.                                                                     

BY SAI VARUN
Roots of the existential life of every minute creature dates back to never ending past, yet every fruit of the enormous tree of existence is what the source of you, me, it, and everything around. We might characteristically vary from each other but are tangled to the similar roots which are blooming through the earth and space altogether.
Hoping for the wings to fly me into the sky everytime I fall, hoping for the light to arrive, everytime darkness invade in, hoping for the peace and quietness everytime voices and surroundings become loud. Hoping for the scars and fears to be vanished to exhale the agony out with one flee from here to farther place to find tranquillity. -he said

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