I'll hasten my passing
to make way for the sun
for the world to behold 
the beauty you must flaunt

Meanwhile...

Human nature. One will only learn when one is on the brink of death. Yet they may argue how can they sustain billions of life without doing so. Still, they got A LOT of heads to do the thinking. Its a given though that they think of themselves first before others.    

http://science.time.com/2013/01/29/the-scariest-environmental-fact-in-the-world/

The quirky idea of inserting USB devices in our own heads to store files may really become the norm someday in the future. Does it come with formatting? Can our precious minds then be hacked? Yun na nga lang yung maipamamana samin ng mga magulang namin saming mga magkakapatid, may posibilidad pang manakaw. Truthfully, its scary.

http://science.time.com/2013/01/24/goodbye-silicon-hello-dna-the-future-of-data-storage/

Sweep up the memories

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGVG4sKLkLs

Sweep, Sweep up the memories. Those old, untidy memories. Broken, mixed-up memories. Of what we had one day.

Sweep, Sweep out the nonsense. That crazy happy nonsense. This world's too old for nonsense. Sweep, just sweep it all away.

Everything in a state of grace. Everything back in its proper place. No more rainbows for us to chase. No more games to play.

Sweep, Sweep out the laughter. There's no more time for laughter. At least, not until after I come back and You know I just may.

- Dr. Seuss' The Cat in the Hat

Awakened from slumber

 http://www.movpins.com/dHQwMTExMTQz/the-shadow-%281994%29/

from the darkness 

i was conceived

in the shadows 

i shall live

To end this all, this is the only viable way that i can think of right now. Kirisute Gomen. To all, I apologize in advance.

Who knows what the shadow knows?

ebbing tide

Sometimes even the idealists do fall to the idea of a hopeless future, succumbing to the vicious cycle of a disenchanting reality. 

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheEeyore

looming end

http://shadowness.com/Crille/charon-2

the night is nigh

and the poor crow cries

for he can see no more

in the sea of shadows

where the ferryman rows

downstream to the gallows