Baskadia

Walking by the street, hearing the unrivalled sounds of four wheeled vehicles

Engines burst, beats of chirps, and from that leads me to what I call home. I remember everything.

I narrowed myself down, picked up the pieces of debris from my heart. I remember everything. I remember every moment be it as dull as a colorless tinted glass and as vivid as the rainbow from a wretched storm. I remember everything.

Painful as it may seem, bitter as it may sound, I seek not just a home. If a four cornered room falls beneath down to the ground, it's just a fortress without a roof, it's just shack without ropes. I remember everything.

Everything sinks in, right in my heart and in my mind like a black hole in the void, I've forgotten everything. I am eaten by the swollen feeling of guilt, thrusted in is the pain of the past, I've forgotten everything.

Like the grain of sand, in every coast and in every desert, my sorrow falls countless, outnumbered by grief, and infinitely crumpled to the grave, I've forgotten everything. I buried all, I buried me, I buried you, I buried my insides, I killed myself from the undying ellipse of grief, I've forgotten everything.

I sought what happiness really means. I sought definition and meaning, I wanted everything. I searched long, I searched far, and as I stumble down, the great rock of life, I fell in to the question, why did I risked everything?