Anger subsides to end in
Questions
Questions end up in
I am talking to myself
Talking to my self feels good
Like how it feels in winter sun
It could go other way too
The thought might end up
In nihilism or delusions resulting in
The mid-life crises that builds
Sand castles that are answers
To get out of bed,
One inquires that if there is an
After Life after indulging in
Adultery or a spiritual journey,
Our existence to our consciousness
On some level evolves
In to organism
Separate to everything around
Technically.
How did I reach where I am today
Through choices, yes,
On day to day to basis
I had to learn to respect 
Nature.
Mr. Russell is dead now.