Unintentional initiation of an empathetic soul carves a name above the firmament and down the abyss. As an un-quenched thirst of a gratification, my soul becomes irritant on something never thought, felt, saw, or said. The vague phantom of gathered memories weaves an absurd image of some non-existing non-being. The self-confrontation of conformity against the predicted possibility of futuristic prospectus and materialization, in terms of swaying credibility, weigh hundreds on my head and heart.
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour…”