Though people are laughing at the dirt surrounding you, they are missing to see the seeds also planted, growing silently within.

Neythen looked perplexed. ‘My mum always said I’m named after a saint, not an illness.”Which one?”Well he had his head chopped off, see? And then he picked it up and carried it down the road...

You don’t have to make fun of it.””Actually I do,” I said. “I make fun of almost everything.

We make fun of those we’re most scared of becoming.