I always knew my life could be perfect regardless of my imperfection like a butterfly inside the cocoon despite of its not pleasing facade people already knew its blossom that soon shall reveal, and that only a matter of time. Living in the den of thieves I however relished my day away from deception, though it’s creeping every night I sleep amid the dusky eye-brow sky. More of it when the instances come that my awareness allows me to kill my time , when anxiety feed my brain, and when the only thing I wish to know was that I am oblivious.
As a human we always tend to enjoy our days
not knowing the great fallen is yet to come and without hesitation everything
will be blown up and boxed in nowhere. One day I woke up just below the face of
the sun, but I thought I am. Only I felt it and nowhere the light would find. I
knew it will come.
