Silently Cataclysmic

Ambiguity in the stand I take stems not from the lack of evidentiary pictures posed in front of me. In all honesty, I speak for me and can’t hurt the feelings of either party. The moral culpability lies with me but how do I choose among the ones that are dearest in all degrees. Compass of morality is lost with utmost accuracy and I look around for some sympathy. Nothing I avail when I exhibit my vulnerabilities so I just gradually hope to numb my sensibilities.

Not complaining about the world’s harsh realities, it’s what’s deemed best for our survival abilities; the ostracism of warmth and sentimentalities. It’s simply science at work, unidirectional nature of entropy. As a person of science, how can I indulge in the emotional standing of antiquity?

Well, all is still not lost as at least I’m expressing freely. I just hope that there are still some ears left for when anybody feels gloomy, probably this might revive the humanity from this cat-o-calyptic insanity.