In a realm where moonlight whispered secrets to the stars,

Track 1: "I'm Fine (But the Walls Are Lying) "I'm fine. It's finally 999. Table's set for my final dine. Tired of redrawing breaking lines, Finally going to a place that's mine. No masks, no mirrors, no twisted spine Just me, and silence, toeing the line.

Women, a blessing or a curse? She who cries in silence , as a song with no verse Is she there only to carry a pepper spray in her purse? She who alone is immersed in sadness of joys and joys of sadness Judged over her madness To achieve yet reaped

A blanket of soft, white, and grey clouds covers the endless sky. The golden globe's last powerful rays barely permeate through the blanket of clouds. Hibiscus and Rose Mallow flowers are graciously starting to wither, to rebirth in the lingering warmth of the next August. The cycle of flowers. The morning air is cold and crisp. A gentle wind...

Welcome to a library with books in unknown language.
Language, bearing infinite looks and more cuts than bandage.
Bandage, instead of stopping blood, worked as a drainage.
Drainage, worsening, demanding to manage.Indeed, a damage.
Damage, stitched in spines too weary to hold.
Hold, but never read — these pages feel cold.
Cold, wasn't I,but...