HE is a drummer. When HE strikes the sticks on the heavenly drums, stars shed sparks off, constellations scatter their lights across this ancient universe. We call it life. HE calls it MUSIC......
I roam around solitary in crowded corners. Roads I chose to walk on faded in front of me. Trees broke down and monuments collapsed..... Destination stumbled on my way. I tripped and fell. Smoke filled heart faltered to pump... A bat hovered on top.... It's monstrosity lingered in my veins for ages.........
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