Now what to?

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I arranged my clothes for different days, I was feeling depressed and undressed like before. Same striped yellow half sleeved shirt worn for three days with charcoal black trousers with white sporty socks. That he did not come around today right there when I called him...like negative thing again, I drove back down the lane!
He had something else in his mind better did not find out. I strolled into the bit too early morning walk for two minutes for I again hurried back!
Though I am wasting no time to get back to my friends, getting their advice down to the last details as what to say and how to utter a word as last resort to my lustful life, I am not worried at all as I love my own things, the fact many people are too eager to to roll in me their unnnecessary advice!
I don't have to look back, rather I would be looking forward to things in life I am sticking to so I love. I am dreaming I would be out in some distant land where no people with fucked up sense prevail!
So I have to be lesser of evil myself in full glare...!
As I blog this I flip out memories held in a closed compartment... I ruffle my hair and feel that emptiness reflected in the mirrored glazing...I have built some castles in the air!
Here is one from the past blogs unearthed about the shrine in the forest I was talking about...(damned.. taking too long to that page)

"I opted for this figure in the forest, knowing his well-defined object. Loose Clothes... Horn Penetrates... Only he occupied the place beside I provided the homelike seat. And considered options whether to freeze reclining on the place or a natural penetration of horn were to manifest. In the woods it was inspiring to watch as he advanced and remained held together; draped with loose wears torn up at places with the brushing of thorny bushes. Curves In Body Mass... The zealous figure wore contrasting looks as he rode over me. Playing hide and seek with curves in body mass, exploring the robust muscles, clasping hands in show of mock strength manifested the bonding further. Wish It Stayed There... His hands next to the skin, holding and patting lightly, roughed out in the sand. The bodies glistened white on the ground. Exhausted, He Returned...Only A Dream ...Once floored down one never thought to return as I was obsessed with merriment.Loss To Life I kept away from .. as long as indulgent in the figure, sneaked into their settlement and compromised in the most awful positions. Almost Vulnerable The young in
unassuming clothes took me as
I kept fluffiness in the body to merge gently and purposefully."
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