Short Prose 5 - DisTurBia

The word defines our head, thoughtless with the endless prob. Nothing would heal and heed us unless we rejuvenate ourselves through mind reflection and have an effing moment at the beaches. It makes us be rattling ceaseless with all its agenda, family, friends, money, future, lover and religion. Sometimes, it would give us a glimpse and hiss with the breakable glass. No one breaches themselves without a mediocre obstacle in their life and no one ever get away from an avid matter that runs passes them. We have to solve it, no matter what. A voiceless heart may have the answer - do not ever give up!
It is absolutely abnormal, in having those trouble, listening to those devour hiss and whispering that always haunt us in doing a seraphic moment of our life. It is over our head. Prevails us from enjoy and attach our side to the other. A disturbance, completely has driven us inane.