Sometimes you write to get things off your chest.
Sometimes you read to get lost in another world.
Sometimes you love so you can live another day.
Other times this world is just to much to take.
Sometimes we feel lonely.
Sometimes we feel nothing.
Sometimes we feel to much.
We're crying, we're laughing.
We're eating and dancing.
Moving and loving.
And singing & knowing.
You better watch out you're human, it's showing.
These all share a common story.
We're living after all.
