life we live

and as the darkness of the night sky could the scene by it’s ability of sneaking through the day-light, so his whole life would turn into ‘’Black & White” missing the grays, missing that satisfactionof what’s been owned as abilities, missing the bless of saving what things have been showing as their own meanings.

too many losses in one short life-time gets to hurt indeed, but i know him;

‘’by now nothing would probably gets me anymore” his mind silently repeats ‘’we’ve even lost views of what we’ve never got to have had”

the strength of shocks; those which’ve led to get him to be that weak and broken, have left a reverb behind, as that reverb kept sounding around his ears; he started to master the picturing of his own skull-bones being smashed off; settled back ; reshaping his head, resetting his mind, into a greater being.

‘’it’s the mission, isn’t it?” asking his intution ‘’it’s getting to be a plural by singulating it’s form of act, if my sense of this ain’t mistaken.”

his weak, exhausted being started to believe in that higher realm of stabilizing, in which the full-imitation of those who’re alike -skull shape- is the only, single way for such memorized life-time to be described and accepted.

no emotions got to be felt but the fear of failing his pain.

no dreams left to be thought of, but equalizing the count of breaths and breaks his heart had to beat so his gaze gets to witness.