Swiftly whispered on my left, and I saw it. I literally mean I saw it, it was not dark and ugly, I assure you. It was switching its profiles very quickly. When I spelled out my anxieties, it turned too dark to see clearly, and when my fear saturated in periods, it turned bright at each period, and again back to darkness when my boiling emotions cooled off, and again back to some brightness. It stayed there for a while, giving me unusual experience so far I breathed upto. And yet, I recall it with pleasure, the utmost one, as it introduced itself yet explained me what I was about to leave behind…
the curtains to back-stage, called life…