Zephyr

A wordy zephyr of an old-school typewriter made alive through these hardbound pages is meant to be felt and forgotten with changing paradigms. It might be spelt upon to be rejuvenated for the feelings undefined yet. If reality is a graveyard fantasy is the soul. One can never bury it in the confines of rules. No matter how dark the reality gets a desire to get through lives by. In that escape what takes over is fantasy. This book holds snippets of the reverie and suffering. Love has been penned in it with pain and grief sprinkled.