In pursuit of the pretty lies now I had lost the ugly truth.
He opened his eyes to the world around. It had many things good and bad. He chose to see the good parts as the good parts were good to the eyes. He never saw what was unpleasant to his eyes cos' the mere sight will give him creeps. He turned his head to the pretty lies cos the ugly truth looked unkind to him. Chasing the pretty lies he lost his way and turning around the way back was not right. He thought he was destined to be with the beauty around only didn't know that he had no clue where the good lied. He reached a place that was a fairyland and all things in it were white. They all smiled and giggled and pointed at him. He thought that they see and they like. It took him a while to realised that it was not for him that they smiled. Their world was fair and he was a foreigner so they knew he was not their right. It was not for him but on him that they laughed and were not giggling but sniggering at his might. He felt small and rejected and wanted to go back to the place wh