I was heading home yesterday... It is...

I was heading home yesterday... It is cold outside. Funny isn’t it? Cold yet bloody.

Is it an epiphany? All this pain. It does not seem real yet.

Outside, yesterday night, There was a little girl, sitting on the sidewalk.

Blonde girl, like an artwork brought to life. Yet everything around her, including me, seemed to be sucked dried.

Was she homeless?- I thought. I don’t know but... something inside me burned...

Felt shocked, Stunned, Lost.

Her eyes, Transported me somewhere else, Somewhere I can’t recall. So familiar yet so faraway.

What are you doing here, Sweetheart? I asked.

The girl looked right into my eyes... She said, My father just fell from the sky... I liked how it looked, his blood on my eyes. I loved how he died.

She ran away after that. Was she lying? Or was she not?

The morbidity of her mind. Opened mine, To discover something forgotten in the past.

My love for you, we are too young to let it die.

Who cares about your work, Or where we come from, when all there is in this world is freedom, Chaos prevailing, we can succeed in trying hard