I stared at his eyes that were as bright as the galaxy
I inspected his step on this universe elegantly.
I savored his taste with so much purity.
Him. Him. Him.
He made me wonder how God sculpture someone so—so beautiful, so irresistible, so tempting yet untouchable by me. He is my God indeed, and I'm his mortal.
He made me wonder how Devil resists him to step on their hell because he acts like a brute—so immorally wrong, yet they see him as their example. He is my Devil indeed, and I'm his foolish sufferer.
He made me wonder.
