The toiletry of the good which is unseen to the worlds and the shining bad which all notice and tend to point out, the silence is conquered with the presence of a bad lie while the noise abrupt on a good note. What is to happen and what tends to die are the ways of life that people force to know about, but the subtle work of effort is what fools us all, there are things that can be understood and things that are ignored from our understanding. The problem lies within us all but all tend to smile and share, the agony of something that is to be clarified is hidden in steep walls of pain and the sorrow that surround us is the fate we tend to hold on though we know the brutal reality. Thoughts of a blind mind sending vague responses to the sorrowful heart to encompass the feel of pain but tends to oblige to the fact of a fantasy, though once in a while the words of reality surface the shores, but the chaos of the people sink it in. though it floats on, it tends to feel burdened and slowly the waves tend to engulf and all that’s left is a full stop where no life can cross and the person trapped in delusion of hope and brought back to the surface.