Life is the embodiment of your nature.. that deep DEEP buried substance of your soul, each soul sees life differently.. emotions form islands, memories form trees, knowledge form light.. and thoughts, shape everything. I look at you and i see a dark forest.. wicked, gloomy... watered by the tears you shed. Though i see no water, i witness how tall the trees are.. like Giants in a storm, unflinching, just how much have you been watering them?... Talking was never our best trait was it?.. and here i find myself alone in a conversation you are no part of...
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Why don't you speak?.. I miss it too you know, that picture.. the feeling.. it hurts doesn't it?.. Ugh, well it won't hurt more than this.. This deafening silence, soulless, a void of misery.
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Maybe if i gave my words a breath you would hear me.. but it never really was our trait i guess... Though still i wanna ask, what are you watering right now?.. why...
