Waking up to the old world, of small sizes and big minds of great expectations and huge experiences, I remember the fittings of cloaks and mantles, in which I was so desired to enclose myself but perhaps not deserved. The measuring tape of talents and skills, is overrated for my fittings, some of them, speak of hollowness while others rebuke anger. My wrists sometimes, fall small for the sleeves of perfection's whereabouts and sometimes overdo the neck of lies. Tailored Fittings Waking up to the old world, of small sizes and big minds of great expectations and huge experiences, I remember the fittings
