When the storms of the present
pushes my thoughts to the unregenerated person I was,
The fear that weakens my knees slides in
because the character is still immortal.
When an echo from the past
keeps on ringing with reverberance,
my icy heart starts to hammer my chest
till my window eyes crack.
When the blue me sneaks in,
my lips tremble
and kick my voice
down to dissolving agents.
The wind always brings back
what the oceans tried to wash off.
My thunderous and slovenly past that I always carry on my shoulders,
has taught me crucial and enduring lessons.