Always, I feel so envious of all I see does have a home to go back to, wherever they go.

Always, I feel inferior about myself. I’ve made bad decisions in the past. And all I know right now is moving on & survive in this ironic reality.

All the time, I ignite flames that never existed. Why? I’m taking revenge of all that mental taken, silently from the past.

I consumed too much red chilli. All I need now are the green ones.

As if sleeping on a bed of nails is not enough, I’m naked!

Am I ready? Thanks.