Fairchild, I am neither archaic or arcane, but I write to let you know, that I am troubled,beyond any comprehensive logic of existence,with reasons that have no right to exist and of moralities which are questionable on the basis of their formation.Loving is by impulse and nor by the rights bestowed by the society. Sadly, impulse often transcends the thin line between legitimacy and the taboo. The tiff between the two is akin to the ever dissolving boundaries between the surf and the shore which is redrawn with every tide. Ocean , do you have an answer or is it the dull apathetic emptiness that flogs my senses is the reward for my pensiveness. I am the judge and the plaintiff both , so I cannot expect justice.I am despotic, dictatorial and pert in my analysis. I sit self possessed and righteous amidst all conflicts and concerns. I was perhaps never destined to commit beyond the vagaries of the physical. I am as always human.
