The Great Unknown

 The horizon under the brightest star seems to be the beginning of the wind of peaceful grasps.


And tickles to the cringe of many eyes' who beg and aim for it.

A man who stands by the seashore, feels the ripples under his shirt as the winds breezely travel around.

Tons of words filled the mind in,
People, things, and the world collide in
Betwix of sorrow and battlement.
A water of tears flows down like no one else---
Will never notice.

Hi, my name is Joseph C. Tabinas,
I am a person who is simple, a dreamer, and determined. An introvert who loves to stay indoor, facing on phone, turning the music on, staring at the ceiling, thinking and talking to the inner people I have in on my mind.

I baffle through me, expectations, morality, desires, and the conflicts to befriend within.

I am weak to a visual of predators, prey who are being underestimated and victims of false ends.

I am very shy, not a confident, having shambles, shaky voice and hands through the cold feet I have in the faces of many people.

Having pale face and skin and the words come fast throughout the time--- is the twister of conflicts of thyself.

Be snickered and be the loser by the alpha effect of yous
Be pampered by the pretender who wants something to be used.
Praise of infinite false merits.
A praise is, never, will never be, a nothing --- to be true.

I can't make heads and tails of the tearing affirms.
I can't make heads and tails of the kings and queens.

Why is there a battle? When there is no winning.
Why is there a battle? When there is no end--- at all.

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