As the sun gets sucked deep into the darkness,
Pulling the curtains down, indicating the end of madness for the day,
The moon rules the sky with the stars bowing down to its beauty.
In a cube of bricks and sand, a warrior awakens, hearing the alarm of silence.
He stands still, throwing a cold stare at his reflection in the mirror,
Enjoying a minute of callosity before shedding layers to hug his vulnerability.
His eyelids slowly closed, yet the sight of vision remained clear.
He fell into the hands of nothingness, to be transported to meet himself.

Inevitable to the blows of memories, he embraced them to feel.
He saw a little one merrily moving back and forth on a swing,
With a slight push from a hand that once was dependable.
He missed the laughter, the innocence, and the love unconditional.
A sudden blow of wind took him further in time, to a place familiar with...