I don’t know anyone anymore, it is about remembering my childhood. How did we ever manage any of that? Or, just few special moments today, sidelined by the open violence, terror and horror. All of this loomed large on us, even when we were children, just we feared God then, and used to get hurt and repair so fast. We had our own people, a house we could call home. At the end of the day everybody leaves. And we stay inside, sleep as night falls. We are so lonely, so alone, as the mishap creeps in, people strangers start giving us low confidence and we start dying, seeing the worm hole tunnel, to some other world. It is getting that close, that I would flee out of panic and tears, instead of taking them to be real, xenomorphs. The arrogant and her xeno whom I can’t know about, but comes here on a day, when are in fear, and shuts us down. Who will save me from horror of that coming, the arrogant won’t give anymore, and we face an terror absurd situation. Would we wake up on the other side? Gripping horror, day dreaming of a live, that looks so fake, are we even alive or just late.