- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
Made in Heaven
My smarts, in all these short spans, have worked itself to a flurry. I have waited a long, long time, readying my happiness in a hurry. Far away, the chair awaits, asking me to take a seat. But alas, I am yet to find a way, that stills me to make ends meet. 'Ahoy, this path! Take this one!' it sounds, from this very, very far away. So I pack my colours, and chimes, and break into a run, just to stay. This is how I break, when I reach, finally reach, the stray path frayed. Under the guise of all that appalls, into stories I've been broken into and made.
Ah, the chair, awaiting to be seated, I find, is holy – a destined fort. This chair, painted in chimes and stories, I find, is mine, made in a mission I'm yet to abort.