A lingering thought halts my sharp inhaling breath of anxiety. Poured down in vials of blood, there's this tiny surge of breathlessness that brings me to my knees and compels my urge to rip my heart out off my chest. But I am unable to stop the thunder inside, I am unable to breathe under the weight of a million incomplete responsibilities.
The hope to find out more about what's going on inside this body, freezes my mind and backfires every plan I sketch. I brainstorm every situation with utmost sincerity and yearn that maybe, just maybe I will find out the sole reason behind my failures. But none, I find none of these convincing enough. And the more I think about it, I feel the void. More.
But then I see through my window, how the moon shines like a emperor in power. The stars bowing to the immense greatness, wrapped up in the delusional thought that the moon shines off its own.