(Read Caption) There's a lot to write about the world, from sufferings to pain. How the world is so broken everytime in the eyes of a writer, to behold the beauty in his words making them more valuable each time in the lost and found afternoons. To see the weight in the emptiness and how it's corrosive in nature, everytime when the storyteller dig his hand deep into the sorrowness of lives. To see the burden in the open suitcase, a lover left on the stairs throwing herself in the arms of her beloved, leaving all her baggage, she carrying making him regret about his decision, later in his life. How he was wrong at the first place calling her by a pseudoname "sunshine", veiling all her darkness, she breathes in and out colloquially. How he was squinting on the day, they first met saying 'she is the light, breaking him into the scattered pieces of mirrors'. The next he thought of running, to catch the train before it's too late. On the next station, he jumped off, almost killing him into the dungeon of nostalgia. The other day, he woke up in the hospital and chanted his past to everyone leaving them bewitched, who at first thought he was a lunatic. Suddenly, they all started rambling about their accidents of lost and found. It was a total chaos of finding each other in a hope of turmoil, for they will not die unheard. The hospital was a raucous show for the audience with no one judging the nakedness, they all wore that day instead of their stinking malade. Our protagonist, still watching them in despair, wondering how they left abandoned by their cities and flooded into the hospital of chained freedom, 'with no past leaving but present being lived'. Founding himself with nothing left to say, he left. Chanting all way down to the lanes of mad world leaving his spell on the tongues of damsel mistresses, who will kiss the warzoned priests. The one, who were once found guilty of cacophonic infedilities now hums the symphonies of extramarital affairs. On a MayDay, he heard signals of distress everywhere when people were celebrating for holidays. His tongue got deserted and to quench his thirst, he went into a place, founding it later at night, a brothel, with his girl laying her legs wide open, on the other side, the suitcase still opened. He closes the suitcase, kissed her girl and finally jumped off from the half open window.
