Why is it that I swift past this problem as if I was the breeze,
I constantly tip toe towards deciphering the issue .
Then I turn: as if I was ashamed.
I want the source of the grain , but I don't want to dig deep.
I'm constantly picking at this disfigurement , without letting it heal.
This blemish , this scar tissue is growing; more and more cells are dying.
But What is the source , what's the location to the greatest power that makes me delicate causing me to surrender to its rule.
Can it be my patriarch?
Is he the one , that concurred this distance between him and I.
Or is it me?
This craving for a radius amidst us has increased.
I hunger for it more.
As the sun and the moon danced back and forth,
I crave change.
I want happiness.
I wish for comfort.
I hope for love.
As the moon is lit , I picture it this way.
Sometimes i compress the thought.
5Because it's not the effort of the individual , but it's the effort as a pair.
But how do we begin such compromise?
Speak on it ?
But words are more acrid than cordial .
What happened to our amorous bond ?
Where did we go wrong ?
Is it because I'm not all that you've wanted ?
Is your speculation of me not as gratifying.
Can you not accept me...
For me?
I just want peace .
I just want change.
I wish for comfort.
I hope for love.
As the moon is lit , and the stars are in the sky.
I could only picture it this way.
A image devised in my mind.
But it's not the effort of the individual ,
But it's the effort of the pair.
But I don't think there is enough words to see the damage that is needed to be repaired.
