I kept my feet steady, pressed down hard, not to feel the existence of my body , not to feel the existence of life inside me. Its not that i didn't live my life good, but now i am silent in my solitude, its not lonliness ,but a cold dark pain through me, not actually killing me but endeavouring my lung shrink and i could not breathe , my heart inflate and i could not beat. Once i was strong but the muscle is now gone,wasted, wasted, worth for none. The sun rose but wont look down, in the mirror my face seem frawn, the only thing i could bet, in the eve it'll set. Now the blank wave of possibility strikes on my mind , i could have lived a little , i could have lived a little. This wont be something that you would like to recite when you stand on horizon.Hunting is a game if you are the prey, if the arrow hits ,nobody gonna say, and if it misses then there come life long kisses , kisses that will give you a sense , a sense of life, a sense of dignity that....... will sway all along with you save to make you proud that what you lived was what shall be defined life.