Laughter

Laughter. I have never thought so hard before for a right word, but I think laughter is an eternal chaos. I am assertive, anything can be laughed at. A murder, a discovery, a religious fight, a book, a war, a friendship, a relation, a baby, a mother, a deer, a main hole, a body(quite often, laughable bodies), all colours, all blacks and whites, a television, a vision, a man, a homosexual, a congress of millions, a life of zillions.

Fog

What if, all human beings are projections of everyone else's thoughts, pictures, dreams, imaginations etc. what if they are just projections, and the souls that everyone know is a key..an anagram or jumbled clue to a different reality. What if I am a projection of someone's thoughts..someone somewhere wanted a girl like me, and I, unsure of my reality keep living in dilemma that why can't I understand everything.