Star
Crossed the time he sets for an alarm. He left nothing to do about it. He leans on his bed, facing his bookshelf, looking at it but not seeing it properly. Thinking of someone, unpredictable but true, he is worried about how to face things, what to say to him. He somehow even thinks it is a wrong way to express love, to provide inner peace. Even after knowing Love has no compliments, It needs to be clue, no reason to express. Maybe he would write one last letter soon and clear everything out. Yeah, he is doing that surely he should. All the way down itself, no one showed how to put dignity on head. When one karma allows to reveal the importance, everyone dies once with living at its fate. And here comes the death Jimmy is barely waiting for.