Its, Sometimes

Sometimes what forms a heart like a stone comes from the thing you love most, but it turns around to hurt you...

Sometimes what creates 'don't care' starts from things that are most understood but never appreciated..

Sometimes, the black color is formed from many colors that collide in one...

Everything, sometimes cannot be captured by the eye but falls deeply into the abyss of the heart with wounds. 

What do you want? The world and the souls in it are busy joking, which unfortunately kills happy laughter..