...I speak to myself whenever the stars forget to twinkle I say things that may not make sense but dealing with confusion when everything swirls in different shades of loose ends one has to admit that serenity is based on the existence of madness Perhaps, we've been denying it long enough and it hurts to be reminded of the truth Instead we desperately define the lines that separate the illusions and carry the burden of the litany of defiance and walk the common grounds barefooted...