Through the Lens of grief
"Disguise in anguish, a malicious tumor of joy when itches a loath in my weary heart, what should I do father ? for the itch never ends.", said the boy, staring afar in the mist through the window on his left in a dim tavern. Anger barely caught his sighs, he was calm as a millpond, tears just sits on his eye lashes. Chiraiya must have heard him resent. "chirr-up, chirr-up", calls chiraiya. "world foggier through the lens of grief", he heard chiraiya speak. "All there is to do, is to do" . He shook his head in approval, "All there is to be, is to be", his mother's grin sweep across his face, tears lashed out of his ache. Moonshine lit the street as he walked back home, thinking "a chiraiya wouldn't know any better."
