How To Be A God

With the world of pressure dawns at you in every breath you take, a desperate escape is a modest path at your own sanity. But what if a worse eventuality are brewed when you let your own feelings stir. The negative thoughts loom. With all these confusions and hesitations bears a painful cry, where a slight gesture paints a butterfly. To spread it dryly, it's the cause and effect; the fear that ripples and slows you down. With all these damping thoughts i abstained from being sober and laughed behind the bottles. A leisure set where you can take a plenty of deep breaths was all i wished. Yet i was clawed and numbed by reality; crushed, again and again. So I crawled to vomit, and sprawled on the cold pavement to search for escape, completely devoid of any courage. Till' one night i found my self on the back of a horse, as it carried me to a paradise that took my breath away. There i woke up in a warm bed, dazed and greeted by a warm smile. It's there when a bowl of soup healed the soul of a lost drunkard. With all the noises that have haunted me in my life, for a very long time, at last peace paid me in silence. This is the page that holds the sweetest secret. The page of the brightest time of my life that flared so blindly and was lost in ashes. A time when petals are red atop the blue waves.