I want my eyes to close, it just cannot be open all the time. I want to jump into the fire, quench it like how cockroaches are killed with the press of a thick thumb, and belittle the fiery flames into a small heap of powdery ash and extinguished smoke. The gruesome death that is destined to kill me in the far future has already robbed me of my sweet life. Few nightmares have slipped through the rocks into the deadly bay, never to resurrect again but leading to a disturbing dull. The music is fled, taking along my shadows too with its eerily soothing ending notes.
How I breathe now, I do not know. I went in search of me to nowhere, but within my own self - circling around and banging my head to the thick walls of my conscience. It was pure horror and insanely frightful abyss. I was gliding into the dark and the gloom only intensified in its abject blackness as I skated into the depths of my soul. What are we, but mere men and women seeking deliverance and waiting for our redemption day.
It wasn't long before I realised that my sketches have been breathed into new life by a power that is incomprehensibly supreme. Those were the very images I drew of the monster that sat right in front of me in the guise of a sheep. I knew from the beginning that it was a monster, but I made a mistake - a mistake too grave that I even had the verve to adorn the monster with those artistic beauty touches in my pages that it almost started looking like an angel. I have to admit that it is after me now, haunting me to sleepless nights with the same questions and the same lies. So I started running, ran too fast - away from all the arrows from its armoury. Fortunately in the process I bumped into myself and finally found me. Sitting by the river that flew from my heart - allowing my limbs to be caressed by its chills, I kept splashing water all over me. Then I turned to look at me and when we saw each other, we smiled.
