~~The Wall, The Sky and Me~~

 

  People talk of doves and eagles but I grew up watching bats more closely.  And unlike the love lessons and motivational speeches of the others,  the eerily loud silence of the bats always kept me intrigued.  The flying foxes attack picturesque sunsets, hundreds of them in batches, mocking the naive lovers of  the purple skies.  With no feathers but wings of leather,  they gush and rush across the shy mountains..  Like young bikers on wild terrains, showing off their leather jackets and shiny metal tanks,  as if they dint care who ruled the world. But just like all the rude rowdies, they'd slow down, stuttering at 50 frames per second, and secretly blush in front of the mystic moon.  And she ignores it all royally yet respectfully,  continuing to blithe and bask all by herself in the luminous darkness.  Her confidence tearing down egos, her charm makes stone cold hearts warm.  Independent, bold and gorgeous, she seems as ...