Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that.

The rain echoed in the shadowy attic space and made me feel small and fragile, like a lace glove left behind on moving day - mateless and abandoned.

Beauty and sadness always go together. Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth Upon the earth without a meet alloy.

A substantiated proof that the world has a vast majority of people only fools is that the history shows that a genius born in every generation has been regularly treated bad to make him sad & always considered mad by the public; so a thought-provoking question is how could a person who often gets the support of good number of the people be ever good truly to others.

A thought being liked by many people a lot is not always sensible in nature, but sometimes it could be merely sensational.

A person in desperate need of help does not get the support of even one guy often, then wondering from where all these people come together in a big lot for a big cause.