I see things divergently, on the grass of grieve.

I was senseless and ignorant, and yet i believe in dignity.

I gathered up my bits of brain with empty hands everyday, but i’m not able to retain.

I live life the way it goes, but never had the urge to discover,

though phenomenon is faintly perceived.

Why would i care?

For i am the only person in this world.

Brazen, and heartless.