It was a beginning of an end.
The end of the trip and getting mad!
Noticing a missing part in an important document ‘Future….’
Which was laughed by the closest buddy, whom was expected to empathize.
Losing the most valued possession by a friend added weight to it.
The stress of the final show-up was always at the back of the mind.
Difficulties arose to make the plan happen, made a breakdown.
Although, the crash was never witnessed by a soul.
The resources missing needed for the show-up backed up the tension.
Though, it was seeing and thought as the end….
There was the ‘vomitish’ feeling in the pit of the stomach.
Rather than being free, the mind cracking was felt.
The two-faced bitch proved it wasn’t the end,
Rather it was the beginning of a new battle….
