Outerspace is a myth... Galaxy is a myth.. Nightsky is a myth... Daylight is a myth like the specks of an Oblivion confined to the premises of my body for I was at this juncture,the dysfunctional Universe.

If it weren't for my human flesh rotting, and alluring florals that began to shed her petals into shreds that eventually blended with the stardust I used to be organised into, Heavens would not have sung the glory of my existence!Hell would not have devoured the excess of blood that unswirled off my genes..