The brush strokes haunt me, for the messages they propagated. The reflections in the mirror said enough or perhaps they didn't, about the false being within. When I would have wanted it to be a transient fragment, it just doesn’t let me muster out. May be that is just the part and parcel or perhaps the mandatory criteria for everyone to breathe the same air as that of the “society”…

"Society, you're a crazy breed. I hope you're not lonely, without me" - from Society by Eddie Vedder.