You always lead your means like you never knew the way, but you were damn certain of the destinations. Though you had plans on some instances and life had its own, too. Like they say, it consumes a huge number of frowns to see what smiling really feels. It takes a massive mass of hate to feel what love really means. It takes a root, an eternity in darkness, so that tree grows broader and wider. The one I cherish the most about you, are the provocations, not any motivation, not from any roles, but the one you possess all by yourself, to grasp darkness. You masked and sprinkled it all over yourself. And from out of everything, you shimmered out the light, that you've longed all along this life. It has been a cheerful irony yet a blunt complexion, the mode of life unfolding none but yourself. Myself.