I found a place
I stood above
I learned of peace
I learned of love
I found triumph
In my hand
I reached out
To understand
I could almost touch it
And I almost believed
I was almost there
Love, truly, was almost conceived
But it was shattered
By the dawn
By the dew
And sun-sparkled lawn
And my memories
They all seem
So unreal
So like a dream
The night was blessed
Yet cursed as well
A mix of heaven
Earth, and hell.
It feel so weird, but...i'm...ha
When you write what the world feels, you speak to the world. When you write what you feel, you speak to no one. When you write what those like you feel, you speak to a selective audience. For once, cant we just....speak for the sake of speech?