Above the smoke grey curls, 

the cloudy breeze howls aloud, 

the dark fog fans around, I mark my destination

with few branches and pines, towards the mist

once hang, now the world is gone wary

in that direction. I've blinked, glanced once, twice

hopes flicker up like fireflies, glued down

with one fear I had— what if there's no one? 

The others take chances for lives—

Lines in between I read, leave taints in hollow crowd,

Is that enough? Is that enough?

Just as draught, dawn as struggle for the first time—

the funnel of life burst in, newest anthem:

"Good light never fades in night, nature never

stumbles upon the sky."

I, wanderer, got comfort in feel pain in pain, 

Joy in joy, I must confess: I am "I" and you're "you" 

in the throb of cosplay. From creatures, 

a blink, a blurb, a story, ready to be told

In the early stage, I must rub it off the scribbles. 

— 13th December, 2023