Hugging his pillow,
with thoughts that refused to happen,
with a freaking feeling that his life making turns,
he closed his eyes paying attention to the firefly that stilled,
sometimes , he never had to live moments that made him feel that he lived it,
another ordinary day just passed away, "have i been of use to anyone who survived this day",
the fat boy with a mole on his right cheek and joint eyebrows and a beautiful nose thought consciously,
years ,days,months, weeks ,centuries, seconds, moments ,lives ,changes,all were happening secretly.
