The coldness of the air can be felt deep down the inches of my spine. Cold.

The glaring eyes. Strong and determined, yet so much to be depicted.

This is not the first and not yet the last,

What is within the mind controls,

Anticipation triggers an outbreak,

Nervousness triggers a lost,

Temptation triggers desire,

Greed triggers the miser,

Unlike the Moon and Sun.

Alike yet different.

One is a philanthropist, while one is just wants to share.


Not today.

Love,
Eva.