to return into past.

'Cause what's new stays new for a while.

Until...

Until they are able to make stains.

creating a smoky tinge to my white wall.

Doodle on every class desk

that negate little blue minion things.

Chaos all around...

Like that one random evening;

when fear took that evil turn,

verses of phantom made brain dumb,

even the senses were against you.

When everything;

mark on the vein, buds on ventricle

took time to evolve,

how can you expect butterflies to

take soul overnight?