Reality twitched, and frolicked about a suspicious mind. The mind is emblazoned with the darkness of thoughts; the metal crashes against frequency of nature. Alas, a peek of light paved its way to my vision; the resounding noises resided, and I was lifted away from the suck of doom. There, my soul meditated a pray or two and I inhaled rest. God has been kinder.

Happy belated birthday, Ah P. Zouk was fun!