Underneath every intelligible lie is the unintelligible truth; the truth that not many found the ability and strength to appreciate. There isn't much I can do anymore...but there isn't much I can't do either. Despite the good, the bad and the residue in between that I ought to bear in mind, I want to do one last thing unsupported by reason and has nothing honourable to prove. I merely enjoy imagining that smile in transition at the thought that someone out there remembers one detail of the words carelessly said. What comes from the heart does not necessitate any reward. Such genuinity slowly grows rarer nowadays...but let's remind ourselves that it's really worth everything.