
Life is like a patch of ice, Starting all over where you may rose like a rice, our chances are against the odds like a dice life may splatter your guts like a mice, Someday you will suffer to be wise, Madness and hatred as a poltergeist, Reality is hidden beyond lies. This art is classified as Realism , in the arts, the accurate, detailed, unembellished depiction of nature or of contemporary life. Realism rejects imaginative idealization in favor of a close observation of outward appearances. T his art represents the fact that, we know that someday that no one will be there by my side nor have our backs, we may as well be the ones to finish the lives whom that were given to us like a blessing in disguise, what makes us who we are, is the way we fix, solve and deal with everything we experienced, challenges are just distraction towards the greater end, life is a thread, because we know that someday we’ll suffer the same fate upon our death bed. ...