Gazing at the lovely night sky becomes quotidian intervention.
It is painful nonetheless beautiful.
Sound of dog’s woof that echoes with humid wind is the only companion.
Piercing teeth on head craving for new thoughts,
Ravening for new feeling on skin.
Reminiscing bygone memories,
Transform to stories.
And now, last puff and the quotidian intervention is ending.
But continues until there’s no tomorrow.
Hanging by a thin thread woven with hopes, never be afraid.
There’s truth to the aphorism, “new day, new beginning”.