It rarely holds..

..and lesser speaks of evil, but it barely touches, less than what you see.

Sleeping in an argument of sides, turning to a point of no good pride, dispute is a constant matter of a haunted mind.

Start selling the roses, hold no grudge for the funeral, life is never settling for good, motion is it’s devotion and it Hungers for more and always for more.

See freedom as a friend and death as a partner, love shows different forms and it’s shape is fluid as life itself.