it's 9:00 pm .... i have no one to talk to .... nothing to do but waiting ... eventually something will happen ... or may be i will have a conversation with a good friend .... that took me longer than forever .... i had to spend the night with my revelation ... someday we allied .... today i've seen the effect of winds of change on his face when i was asking him for few words after i totally lost my language ... or may be my feelings became stronger and deeper that no words could ever express .... or may be i am drawning in apathy .... either ways .... he refused to help me ... i was the decent kind of sorcer who would steal someone's mind from illusions of ignorance and that so called bliss to reallity ... i was another kind of alchemist .... i would walk on dust with the same pride i walk with on a bridge of gold .... i turned vanity to perfection .... i created .... i blessed creation .... and my revelation was my philosopher's stone ....
he took a look at me in silence and told me aren't you sick of thinking we are immortal?
i told him we are as mortal as creation .... once we lose the illusion of eternity .... we go to oblivion and vanity