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A Reminscing Sadness.

A part of us is always accostumed to a phase of our lives which is no less than a nightmare. It's a kind of sadness which can't be expressed but acts like a firework when it's not excavated from our body.

At times I feel that how beautiful it would be if we could camouflage our sadness into a pitch dark background; with no one to question or no one to solve it, just peace.

We have decorated ourselves with the casual pretendence of being okay and we have even decorated our speech for this purpose.
 Why can't we get this fact that we all lie in the same page ? That we all have hided a thing so deep inside us that it can't be revived again ?

The origin of fear is the origin of sadness. A nightmare stuck in our heart is stuck forever but the trick is to ignore it every time it hurts.

The scars are visible which ultimately indicates the presence of pain. Similarly a desire to get away from a hesistant sadness is a desire to find a viable path.

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