We dont have a happy ending too out of this world to instead we have a state of eternal relaxation sort of.
We are in the highest point of happiness,
The mellow,
The eye of the storm.
Yet we dont know happiness like you do.
We dont show it because its our constant internal state showimg it outward would be a strange understatement.
You guys will never see this light either not as we see it.
The constant reminder of your mission though,
The thing that keeps us going and in these bodies.
The one thing that keeps us here and not everywhere.
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Indigo
PoetryLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
