People are like froth 2.0

There’s another perspective to it. 
Today when I travelled in bus a thought ran across my mind. 

I didn’t know about the faintest idea of how it struck across my mind. 

These people that I have surrounded my self with. 

They are like froth. These individuals everyday carry on with their life objectives but they have no idea of how their life is a froth. It comes in a second and goes in another. Their priorities dwell in human beings. Yet their priorities are also like the foam that evaporates with the beginning of a new day

How easily they satisfy their consciousness with a false thought that they have figured it all out. And that’s when they realize that they haven’t even begun. 

They live in houses made out of papers. With no lights in them 

Relations based on sympathy, empathy and greediness and the only thing  that happens is my heavy chest feels for sorry them.

• They try to escape from all the tragedy that falls upon them from their incorrectable mistakes that they have done unwillingly and the only way they see to escape their misery is by putting their self to an end I.e; Suicide. 

They think they have committed such a mistake that their guilty cannot be overcome no matter how great of an impact or achievement they make/get. 
They think they have failed everyone around them and they slow evaporate into thin air. 

They’re die and set them selves free into think air breathing in the freedom. 

And therefore the cycle repeats.

People are like froth.

* a friend of mine had asked me to express my perspective regarding this topic.* 
Houses made of paper, occupied by human beings with established connections based on lies, facades and false hopes. 

Only to later on be found with tragedy be heathen upon them. 

Their mistakes, demanding of their lives yet they acclaim someone else for it. 

Their choices, their fruits yet they blame the ground on which they have sown the seed. Based upon mistrust which they think that rotten fruit they have cultivated is because of the ground. They do not foresee the elements they used to build up the tree which tragically ends in taking up the life of the one who sows in hope of fruit but gets thorns and wild barks.
People are froth. For example. 

A kid who hold the container which hold the soapy liquid used for blowing bubbles if he doesn’t blow them those bubbles off they won’t burst. 

The same way if people don’t push other people off the edge they won’t commit suicide. 

Appreciation

Those who crave appreciation seek validation from others for their efforts. Those who don't, already know that they're capable of much greater things.

And their efforts are nothing but just beginning. 

Remnants

For the pain,
Excruciating
Explicable
I have felt,
For the touch,
The joy of my tongue couldn't express,
The laugh that hasn't seen the sun for months,
The light for my darkness,
But now there's an ocean between us,
The path I have chosen to right my wrongs.
A road like a wandering vagabond,
I don't know what the journey beholds.
For the time I wouldn't mind living in a perpetual state.

Today, when I have remembered you,
I have only yearned the time trying forgotten,
Today, I hoped of changing carcasses of flowers
Yet today I haven't made peace with the demons of the past.

Today I have tried forgetting what's it like to love someone and forgetting to demand returns.

For a selfish being as me,
It hasn't worked well enough.

The ocean remained as blue as before.

For a demented mind like mine,
I haven't learned to love at all.