It made him immortal, or at least invincible. To be showered in his guilt and innocence, the portrait of someone in his denied Renaissance. Horrid it may seem but he will never guess, for he had always been in the same arrest. Of his own doubts and insecurities, he made them his home no matter how wounded he is. He loved his circle but at times it got him bruised. To escape this island won't be something he would refuse. Because the truth is he felt it's best to elope, than to convince himself of impossible hopes. The hope to be loved, the hope to belong, the hope to be by someone's side from dusk until dawn. (hadi atmim, 010417)
