In the lucid smile, there is a not so lucid story.
A story of coming of age… A story so confused in itself to
be narrated…
Silence prevails, in attempts to unravel the mystery,
Of looking inside, of looking within.
And what is apprehensible? It’s the outside world…
The world that eyes witness.
Doubt prevails, when eyes assume to have found the truth.
In situations so common, why emotions are anarchical.
Emotions fabricated from love… Emotions fabricated from loss
of love.
Silence prevails, in attempts to unravel the mystery,
Of looking inside, of looking within.