A ghost from the past, Haunting. A familiar fear, Returning. A braver me*, Surpassing.
An earthquake struck just few hours ago. But I know, God works in mysterious ways. I can't be fragile. I shan't be afraid. He is my Savior, my strength.
And, it all turned out you were just the dirt on his glass window that he needed to wipe off because he wanted to get a clear view of that humming bird which kept on hovering around.
The best of me is yet to come or maybe, just maybe it's hidden under these g a r m e n t s
*or
six feet
under the ground.
And if I'm bound to be forgotten then I'd rather stop making memories than wait for nothing. Then, I'd pull the trigger. Maybe. Not yet tonight. So, I think I'd still wait because the best is yet to come.
After endlessly hitting the fire alarm button, out of panic he successfully destroyed the extinguisher's case. His adrenaline came rushing in as if he were Superman. He knew that you have been protecting that weapon a long time ago. But, he knew more than you do that you must subside for a while so he would try to put out the dangerous flame inside you even if it means breaking you.