First Tell:
I grew in bits and in pieces, subject to grieve and uneasiness, I saw the stars, dreamt of them, wished for the moon, desired the sun. But cuncurrently, my past was my only adversary, my only competition, I knew all I needed was FAITH, I was so sure my convictions and beliefs were at best the only team I had. The only option in this very time of my need was to only but take a step, and so I took it and left everything in the fateful hands of the morrow.

Second Tell:
But now I have seen and I'm sure that the morrow was never intended for me. But then I couldn't say never to the resilience and undying spirit I harboured towards my trials and my troubles to make my mark, I wished for myself to do more, to be more, and to mean more than my reality. And then suddenly, a thought: from yesterday found me, dusted and fed my imaginations, and then I thought; Why not? Was my yesterday that ugly? Is it still seemingly that ugly? So I resorted to visiting her: A first for me.

She and I, Us:
I met her, but then again something she said struck me, she said: "Has there ever been an answer amidst arrogance? And even if there ever was, was it ALIVE? Is it still LIVING?"

Third Tell:
And then my mortality and limitations were made bare right before my very eyes, my wisdom was somewhat anulled and rendered inconsequential to her might and majesty. And then, I was a FOOL yet again for trusting and making friends with a total stranger out of a thought of which shape-shifted itself into a kind spirit, and tricked me into believing that assumptions were never costly.

Fourth Tell:
And so, I sorrowfully gaited right back to my reality and met so much more than was ever existent, just there, waiting for me with my own share of corrections and leftover uncommitted choices and decisions at hand lingering in an around my very being, and AGAIN! A thought came: Don't you think tomorrow might be better? Why not only but TRY!

Tell of Realisation:
And then immediately, I stood to face with my own mind and betraying imaginations and decided to make a HOME out from that uncomfortable and itchy burrow of mine, that reality,, to do and make it through to the morrow, notwithstanding my troubles and their relatively destructive elements.