Colours dance in front of my eyes. The glimmering lights, the shining faces… soulfree faces, walking around. Living their joys, trembling in their sorrows, holding within some sadness, and a way into tomorrow. Honesty and sincerity burn out of the souls, mixed emotions and a search for the right roads. Faces appear to betray the colours, the eyes look around for some sort of condolence…Mocking my presence, questioning my steps..crisscrossing my path with faded pages from the past. Each existence is to serve a purpose, but what is the purpose when there is no individual existence? The very same purpose created in the mind, nurtured with the heart and lost deep inside. The words sting and the words rotate..in the same memory that held its sway.