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He constructed fiction that became a facade for his inner turmoil.

from readers' perspectives, they see my postings 

as something of life's awareness and awakenings, 

that the strength of words used 

scaffolds the meanings of one's existence, 

of volatility, of exuberance, of sheer joy.

from people who clicked without leaving 

any footprints at its doorsteps, their mere presence 

juxtaposed the willingness to get in 

but with reservations or apprehensions, that such readings 

could possibly be intimidating in meaning or trapped in boring compositions.

from those who seems to care, whether they leave a mark or unconsciously 

render their presence, their understanding of the metaphorical insinuations 

and thoughts clouded by a collage of photographs may do an 

impression of my well-being at the moment, my whereabouts, 

and my line of thoughts.

my stories are webbed in truth, pursuits and actions, 

that some dreams had been halted by pressing circumstances, 

that some notes were fogged by convolution of words as 

to hide their truthfulness, that some were not embellished by extravagance 

but by experiences through the passing of time.

i fill in an empty can of life with stories to share, 

that some might learn, that others may recognize 

as opportunities for reflections, 

that one may decipher the true value of my words, 

that of an inner turmoil throughout.

it's an ongoing saga of downfalls and unsuccessful leadings, 

of sadness covered in honey, of loneliness trapped, 

that of smiles and joyful words enveloped in mist, 

in smoke, in heavy air of chaos, where the face is bright 

and the departure time drawing nigh.