“ Broken branches, the silent thrashing of the river current, glistening upon its fluid coat, birds flatter themselves upon the high branches with a lullaby. I am under the shelter of the adoring gods, who will never forget their lost son.
As I lay, I contemplate the truth of my being, what is it that I construct of my unforgiving reality, an image, an illusion. I become to be left still, resting within my own silence, I begin to be aware of my breath. With a valiant smile, I ponder upon the trees as they are painted upon the blue sky.
I am fervent with inner laughter, all my demons never said bye as they visited me, I shall forgive them for their mischievous act, as they have allowed me to know of the darkness ”.