3 am

Wide-awake at 3am. Perpetual incoherent trains of thoughts continued to fill his mind with countless deadknots. As the fleeting unrepentant emotions unleashed itself without any regards of mercy, helpless Souplad searched frantically for protection and begged for inner peace.

At last! His feeble request was seen by the demons as one of his deepest vulnerability. Stripped bare and left in the cold. Shivering with despair and grief. Wind chills screamed while compassion and mercy whispered. Inaudible.

As helplessness continued to overwhelm every inch of his soul; his constitution and beliefs, poison proved to be an antidote to his mindf**ked mind.

Engulfed.

He was once again released and disconnected from his shell.

Poisonous fluffy words and warm feelings started to fill his soul as he danced with the moon amongst the glittering stars on a cloudless January skies. The gaze of the moon and the twinkle of the stars warmed every inch of his shivering pathetic soul. His vacuumed heart had also started to dance, catching every beat of hope and warmth.

He was happy.

Happiness is over-rated.

He refused to wake up. He feared that it will be tears of rage, frustration, and confusion that he will begin a Friday morning.