...and the sultry silence of night soaked at once the sleep out of my eyes. I woke up as if I came back to senses, in the cluttering of night's regular chores. My senses embarked the void that filled up this night - and I have no way to escape it's hunt tonight. The broken rims of my unfinished dream froze in brisk as delayed dewdrops at dawn's feet. I woke up in the dark mum of rain forest where the predator is eyeing a prey from a few feet. And thus I felt it move. It crippled through my bed that buffers my lackluster day into crafted warmth. It stood at my back. I felt the chill of its breath on my neck that held my pretensions up high. And I knew it was there! It was so long hiding in the sheath of young night - the denizen of darkness! I failed to move through the moss of my yesteryear and it mistletoe'd every tomorrow I could despair. I seized my breathe off the toxic silence of such life and enacted well in the rupture of a living mind. Oozed out of it the words used for negotiation of dream, that I still foster beneath my bosom every tonight ..
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