The mysteries of life were carved in every endearing kiss, every searing touch and every silent love that you will never have the chance to know.

And try as you may any possible solutions you can think of will fall into the crevices of the earth forever lost and once again, as are you.

All sorts of methods have been tried and tested except for those that force you to allow a more intimate exploration of yourself and others around you.

The questions in your mind would only be answered through a passionate exchange of first glances and a mediocre array of exchanged words.

Living is such a trivial thing when you lack the balance and stand on the edge of silly things while succumbing to the vertigo of all that is unknown.

And you toss and you turn in search for answers of questions even you do not know and you crave to sate the curiousity of your mind only to find yourself facing yet another obstacle.

Madness is not a sickness nor is it a state of mind; Madness is the way everything seems when you start to question the mysteries of life.