Sitt

The feeling was always the preferred. Many seemed unaware of what to do in times of struggle, but others seemed to excel at defeating the purpose of truth.

The truth was always played out, bit by bit, note by note, soul by soul until it reverberated in the very ribcages of the people feeling. It was a harsh brutal, raw reality. One that only spoke of peace, joy and understanding, but once those feelings of euphoria had worn to the quick, the bitterness kicked it. It was like a tang of a rotten orange, bites filling your mouth like salt in the sea. It spread, it leeched the energy and it founded a sudden fear among the minds of the present.

The chord passed. The crowd relaxed. The next note played.