That's all I dare to give. Just this greeting. All other contents of my verbal actions may just betray everything on universe. Lying will cause my heart to hate me, my brain to degrade me of my intelligence, and of course - my soul to cry. Telling the truth will give a definite of nil solution (aha! now that I mention solution, I bet you can easily guess that my telling of the truth is linked to the word problem. Obviously it is, and I am not going to lie). So, I do what I do best - PREVARICATING!
Unless trapped in their parents' house with the strongest adherent of unicornish-rainbowism all their life, a person my age is sure to have problems. The only obvious variable here is the degree of criticality of the problem. (Criticality is not a formal word - it's more like a word found in the urban dictionary; but who is auditing me?!).
Let me just prevaricate a little further into the confusion you are already in. (Confusion, if you are not a critical thinker, because I am a wannabe. I want to be a critical thinker, so I am assuming that a critical thinker should be reading my critical writing. An amateur here. Please understand my joke.)
An insane person could own my name, one sweet day. This silence I am forced to be in by the situation surrounding it, together with the little respect I am owing, the avoidance of more abhor - is driving me to that direction of insanity at selected times. Logic reasoning is seemingly out of the broken window. I am therefore silenced, with the demand of fully integrated hopes and dreams, that peace holds the highest percentage in daily life pie chart.
Now, here is the power of silence. The cowardly power which had surfaced based on yet another silent observation.
Good Night. Sleeping is the best form of gamble (sometimes people don't wake up) - which has a high guarantee of achieving escapism as a gift.
Wallahualam.
