Sometimes we’re so caught up in surviving, trying to make it to the next day in one piece, that we tend to forget what it was to actually live. Through all the grief, euphoria and woes of existence, we have found peace in incessant chaos. Like the spilt ink on once empty papers, we too have taught our feet to dance in between the shallow expectations and narrow lines of humankind. These pages hide the inconsistent words that mirror the uncertainties and instability of living.