THE WRITINGS OF AN ORDINARY LAD. The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. But sometimes, we prefer to see some parts over the others and choose to forget the rest, just to support our personal beliefs of how things should be. Thus, reinforcing a preferred truth to ourselves. Our eyes are tools of vision, its the brain who interprets, filters and sometimes, crops things out.

Till words without lips leave my head. But no one seems to understand. Why all your nails are gone. And so we watch them fall again. So skip a rock and float instead. Well hope is like a flower,. And hope is growing two trees,. With just a single seed.

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