I got up at the wrong side of the bed, just when the sunstroke’s long gone.

Mother has her own way of bidding another hello to punishment, as the world begins to be inundated whilst the living drowns to death, all things considered—I supposed.

I rushed towards the loo; put some clothes on, notwithstanding the chaos awaiting outside the comfort zone.

In the midst of a moonstricken journey, I was asked to be summoned.

And so, I trudged past a thousand metres, and made several feeble attempts to peg a tack correctly into the map whilst riding on someone’s wheels.

Fortunately, my efforts paid off, much after the time and energy that were rather well spent. I just made another person filled with sunflowers and butterflies, given the pitch black darkness the outside brings at this inglorious moment.