Leaves whisper me stories as I pass them. I'm glad I've lived all these years despite the overpoweringly desperate moments. I've learned to stop by and listen to the fables hidden in silent echoes. I know not, of the love that drapes curtains and curtains of fakeness around it. Pleasure finds it way to me as I toy with the stones lying bare on deserted streets. People watching! How I love it! I feel parts of them getting contented, slowly. I experience intense ecstasy. And now, I don't turn a blind eye to the hearts people send me every second. I pocket them. For every attack, I earn a reward. And so, I'll endure. Peace. Namoos , beautiful click
