I hold myself and stare at the drunken skies with a gush of thoughts. As someone who has become extremely introverted while dwelling at home for a long period, the past which I felt of it as an endangered species comes back and torments me now and then. I just walk along the street and look at different types of people, everyone in their separate world as I’m. And wonder how this planet is so biased, the one has everything that they want without worries while the other has merely anything but struggles.

I suddenly remembered something stuck in my mind which made more sense in all of my insanity. The Protagonist from one of my favorite Chinese dramas has a sword named ‘Suibian’ which means ‘whatever’. Having so many names in his mind he ends up calling it whatever. This simple word sums up everything in all of my overflowing thoughts that I end up concluding as whatever and moving on.

In the dark days of mine where sunsets sob, and flowers in my backyard withers before blooming, all I think of it is ‘whatever’ though it is hard forgetting the pain, but still gets cured someday.