Anatomy

Cupid strikes when you are most likely not ready. Because of it I am back running on a long stretch of highway. The road that lie ahead is destined to be a collision course. I don’t know if I am fully prepared for it. No armor can save me this time, no swords sharp enough to defend with, only invulnerability blankets my already cold shell. My last resort is to turn to a source that I have doubt in believing. My faith have betrayed me too often. The facts point to more uncertainties.