White Shadows!

Lull mornings and prevailing void. Scorn tipping through the muted air. Thoughts from past sparking in spheres around my cerebrum, I can feel my head itching and complaining. Yet, I just drag myself along with the ticking of clock. Each tick sounds like a gong, because I know what might be coming and yet, each tick, is sound of christmas bell, because I am more near to end.
Distinct humm of regurgitating engines is the only things that sounds rhetoric. Wind on face is the only life that I can “Feel” right now.
And out of nowhere, it’ll just pop up “You’ll be fine!”…
All these years I have been. Probably, it also goes without saying, for rest of the years too, that are looming onto me, with a fragrance of despair and misery.
Yet, hidden elf in me says, “watch your back”.
White shadows, stay with me.

I am deviating like always. Focus.