The most beautiful thing when you are in the dark is the presence of a little light. Overexposure might blind the eye and everything is taken for granted as it might. In a long deep silence, a drop of a pin may sounds like a salvation wind from heaven.
When you were locked there, I become a mere human. Years gone by, and I did nothing insane. As I start to feel your present in my breathe, and my words has increasingly again become a scythe, should I unleash you again in my side?