
Some hawker asking for newspapers and liquor bottles breaks the silence and the imagination is gone with the wind. I have to get ready for a new hectic day where I will be lost in the pain of the unbeaten wound. Feeling thirsty but can't fulfill it. I have got sweet all around me but it tastes so bitter. I didn’t ask for it. But I have been given this by the life. I have no choice. Just standing on the edge of decision for what to do next. I can’t go back to hazy time. Can’t even ask for the flowers that I held. Its dark outside. Just thinking is this what I asked for .
I don’t have any scariness to get lost. But did I fight? Do I have found out? Am I fighting with myself? Is there any enemy? Where is my flower? Questions and questions and there is no answer. I think its time for me to fight for the life. The life of my own imagination. The life of my dreams...of a Silent Warrior......
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