We meet new faces each day...strangers. Sometimes they stay and chat. But sometimes, they remain to be a casual sidewalk bump.

They say, the eyes are the windows of one's soul and one's smile is the mirror to one's heart. Perhaps it's true to some cases but untrue to most. I've seen all sort of smiles in my life. Some may seem genuinely sweet and some may seem like it's nothing but a beautiful painting. What runs behind those smiles...I am not quite certain. Nobody can know for certain. It's a rather undecypherable code. A lock without a key. It could only leave you, being the helpless stranger that you are...derranged...questioning your whole being...questioning your stance...lost in an ocean of doubt.

Oh lavenders of spring so sweet,
Blossoming upon valleys where the sunrise greet.
Thy scent hath cast a spell upon my soul,
By which I am rendered unwhole.

Speaketh now thy truth,
Or not long shall I call myself a brute!
Speaketh now I beg of thee...
Thus this stroke of doubt shall now flee!