How hasty time can be, distorting what you thought you felt at the moment. Oh an enigma it surely is, it’s irreversibility jars you at the side. Doubt confines you like a roaring cascade and blinds you like murky fog in the night while you try to ascertain the reasons behind man’s reckless, ignorant, yet sincere actions. Honesty is compromised for the sake of harmony. We dance around the truth to our own melody fabricating a synthetic facade of happiness. But, what are we to make of ourselves when looking in the eyes of the face of silence?