Another night passed through the traumatic tunnel and one could still find rays of optimism at the end. Another day started with the feeling of things getting in his way which crashed last night.
Running faintly on the stairs of present, and going through pain to reach the future. He forgot the spark which resided inside him.
Someday he might hit the sun of sorrow, and try to get moon’s happiness.
The people he admired the most were actually the most disastrous holes in life. Holes that were getting bigger, and bigger till he loss reliance. Then again things started to become star-crossed for his bond.
Sanguine 