Soul endeavour life form and where does they go after each life end? Enormous speculation would arise but yet our eyes trying hard to get in touch with them. Tracing through the alley of human veins, leading to the continuous of heart beat…we found them, Esprit. One ought to find balance to keep this soul turning round and hitting its pace. Light and darkness, laugh and tears, birth and die, people name it, people called it. But at times this inner spirit speaks lauder in our delusion circles just to keep us alive and sane. At times we laughed so hard, creating masks of happiness that might elude sorrow. Alas, it is just the other side of our soul. Make believe, they are here with us in every sip of breath we take, alive. Lightly swift like a midst of air in the middle of the night, sending shiver to our spine. Untouchable they are, but strong enough to be feel. Not with our skin but with our intelligent and sensitivity. Grainy image of distorted spectrum sit next to us without anyone noticed. Whispering strength, valour, sanity and yet insanity. O’ great human of our Lord, they are our cohort of all life.