35 is a choice of vibrant meddle . a nitty gritty thought evading your mind ,never pervades your breath of melancholy . A tragedy unvivid in each one's mind. A movie ringing in tears of nerve cracking flicks. For the reason, you do not enter its mark is just because of your nullified void mutter meagering probe of the hindsight wrecks . Leveraging the moist cheeks of the nascent children drenched in the beauty the lies each one beholds in their hearts . Gone is the switch , a primary gateway to enter the herald of charismatic realms of life embryonically designed by its larvae . A larvae of love and disaster. Let go of the lost worlds in the memoirs of Un devoid choirs.