We killed the night It was an open victim We likened them for mosquitos We felt them sticking our skin We killed them in an instant. We pursued it like It was just another dragonfly in the fields Hissing, chasing the wind. We liked it personally shared its thoughts We liked how it taclessly told…

Dear Luck, If indeed you exists, I guess it’s a bad day for you. When I was small, I always yearned to meet you. People I passed by talk about you always like you’re a modern day superstar. Oh, I forgot that you are still a superstar up to this time. Whenever I heard someone…