9:09 pm

Glaring at overcast Skies, thunderclouds threw a little fit before it drizzled. Fancy me thinks that staring at the sky could resolve my never-ending battles. 

Muttering to myself: "it's ok, it's ok. Nobody knows. As long as God knows, everything will be ok."

Don't cry, don't cry. Life gets better day by day, I'm learning to Grow, I will grow, it's a lesson, learn from it and be better.

The skies cleared shortly after. The clouds given a rosy glow by the setting sun. It's funny how life regenerates itself, trees that were once brutally burned down flourish with mosses and baby flowers. An abandoned forest finds its very own solitude and strength through wandering spirits. Be it good or evil, they interlace and blend in together. Mother nature blew everyone to bits via natural causes, yet everyone embraces it with strength. All that is left is a story to revisit for our next generation to come.

The strays protect themselves till the very end. While mine, despite all the conspiracies and background notions playing in my head, constructs its very own ensemble. May life be its very own competition, and I be the strongest woman standing on earth. 

With sufficient understanding, I nodded with acknowledgment and gently smiled to myself.  

Take a huge breath of fresh air. Drink sips of water. 

"It's a Brand new day." 

And scene.