tussling over past works that denote only tears, sweat and blood was tiring for the soul. like ants gnawing at every inch of the heart, the pain within the tummy's flesh scootered for miles. in the course of earning merit to get by, i fumbled with emotions as though they were messed, crushed in the box. breathing on the moist of his lips was tastier than the juiciest mango. Quenched, the day began when all dreams returned to the graveyard and flew on in the luggage of possibilities. music could not speak more but the tunes lingered and rested on life's ledge.