FIRE

The prayers that I muttered may seem weak and dolor, but the energy and guts that I gathered just to face you and come clean to you is something that every man wishes not to do. The uneasy feelings that is engulfing me from the moment I realized the upcoming hurricane that will destroy every bits of my own wall that I thought could withstand your power, but your own existence proved me wrong. When you are whimpering to your own self for not trying to at least change, instead continue on doing awful things that has now become your own self and flesh. When the fire that is keeping you warm has finally extinguished, you were left behind, dying out of cold. Your thoughts that you had tried to put aside start to project everything that you tried to lock. Your arrogance had died because of the humble side of yours has finally find its courage to stand back up. Your own wit is changing and keeps on altering its course to meet its own need and want. Your own mind and feelings fucked each other up because you can no longer sense any sensational need to be the person you ought to become. The maturity level that you have reached made you realize that even if you got everything under control, you need to remember different players have their own joysticks. Seeing you in the eyes of a failure that constantly let him being mocked and bullied by life, has made things gone hiatus. The hectic days and nights, that is ceaselessly changing without waiting the calls of the deity that has lost its power over the beings. The constant reminder of the life you want and try to create has become the imagination of the believer who believes on the impossibilities of the mind.