As I Earned a Word

He uttered… "What is it with beauty and asset? They are a silent hue to be faded away slowly like the setting sun." What is it with glory and fame? They are a view of running Arabian horses…swift, arrogant, irresistible." She saw… In glory, in faith, he uttered each word with his lips He had his secret hide-out there. Unapologetically , he left the track of a regime. A regime of a darkness. Whispers of night. A sense of restlessness. A tale of a broken heart, impaled…wounded. “I lived. Through all these whispers and whims, only for a reason”. She asked, “Do you know, what is it?” And she asked. Anonymously. And I was silent. I was forgiving them both. For, I had to let them go…for good. As I earned a word. Floccinaucinihilipilification.