My vocabulary, even if vast, can't find any more syllables to define other people's chaos. By swallowing a millimeter of naked words I did not look for virtue and swallowed evil. I read your soul, I saw the transcripts that plague your spirit, I walked the path of your misfortune and allowed you to feel melancholy with your pain. Ah the individual.. I allow myself from here to observe your damaged wall, your stupidity in pieces and you looking at your chaos spread across the floor.