Have you ever watch from the high or peak of a mountain, watching the sea foam and swipe. Have you ever realise how much you hold with you. The landscape. The greens, shells, throngs of men giggling and laughing. The sea water flushing through the nape of their feet. Those wearing bikinis— others in strapless apparel. The mud fraying in the air— a caramel, golden trickle eye fetching through the crowd. Memories re-shaping, burial awaken. Now, imagine been attacked in the middle of the night— when the half moon hide behind the cloud cloak. Masked men feasting the darkness, careful steps, cautions movement for their preys. Whoever come for their pranks shriek with soft pant. No struggle. Hadn't been they puff it out like panties, shove their passion glaring. Would they felt suffocating and tormenting. Know this, every one have the episodes they are lashing through. You can awake humanity sense of honor. Good stolen, life left in the cleavage of death. Has it redeem you. You ar