Strolling around the house, seeing corners that ceased to exist. The heavy rain gracing the night, Washed away my tiredness off the list. The power went out, but my torch gave me a sense of light. Did I just spot someone? Or was it me hallucinating 'cause of my fright? There were no candles that just 'Poof' ed nor any Crosses turning upside down. But I could sense IT's presence. I could feel my confidence drown. There were these cold whispers... That had no words to give it a meaning. Do they always appear in white..? Or do they strike from back without warning..? My little toe always had a mind of its own... Like always it dashed an object, led to me falling! After I heard a 'Thud' I caught a visual of someone's rotting feet, with abnormal posturing.. They say 'You must dream to fly'... But this entity had taken a shallow flight, It made a dramatic rush through the wall, Without causing a dent in sight... When my
G one are the days of admiring Mother Nature. Open your eyes to this short movie feature. One more baby born in the nineties, Hearing the cold whispers of his parent’s deities. This childhood of his was lean, mean & no money to boast around. His peers were like minded, hence the voiceless screamed on every Merry-Go-Round. His caretakers loved him but they were harnessing their own battle. This BOY wanted to walk the talk, but he was shoved around like some cattle. This BOY collected some talents & he funded their amusement. But his efforts did not monetize, it led to his societal resentment. You learn from your surroundings & he did the same. He learnt of his empty pockets, but his mind never left the game. This BOY knew this was temporary, wasn’t about to make it a lifetime. His elders were doing the ordinary, he wanted to be prime time. He was surrounded with the spirit of ‘Being Hum