As the days goes by, the leaves withered off the ever aging trees. Still, one tree managed to provide a comforting shade for an old man against the boastful sun with it’s massive rugged trunks.

Making full use of nature’s generosity, the old man laid under the tree and looked up to the clear yet ironically mysterious blue sky. His thoughts like a hammer against a nail was pounding through his mind, was killing him. A smile he had always shown to others vanished when he’s alone. The face that was always so bright turned into a void of emptiness. Leathery wrinkles begin to surface and the eyes that was once lit fiercely had it’s flame diminished as the clock ticks. He didn’t understand the meaning or rather the profoundity of life. All he sees is an imagery of a barren wasteland which holds no meaning of hope. The monotonous and mundane cycle of life is slaughtering him alive akin to an invisible dagger dipped in deadly toxin stabbing him slowly, day by day.

Where is the light for him? Where is the tunnel where many speaks of?

Where?

God if you exists, please hurry. You of all should know that time waits for no one.

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