. I drape ciphers of life with confetti whenever manuscripts ask me about the fragments of my existence, I drape nightmares with reality and epiphanies with silence, when my dreams guard the shores of algorithm.
I drape pew galaxies with synergy and unity with cosmopolitan, I drape smoke of cigars with trailing winds and rage of mariners with rippling moribund.
I drape skies of rivalries with meteors of diverse nuance, I drape boulevards of poetries with vagabond thoughts and streetlights of imaginations.
I drape hope around twice blooming home of same breed with no more divergence, I drape faith around smiles whose curves are bleakly evanescent, and some days I forget to drape myself with the connotation of who I am?