As I lay and I think, I think of music that no person considered normal should or will have the will to read, for they stand still they dream small of giants and quiet screams and paintings with no color but the color of life or at least life now is softly painted into the pictures or should I say pics to make it easier for all small minded giants to understand, if there was the slightest chance for these fairies and giants to comprehend how not ok everything is instead of ignoring the fact that they are wrong and just as sad as those who feel like small giants or large fairies.
The hope of understanding how to be for these fairy tale oddities yet not they or them or those or anyone that were "meant to be" in the stories you read befor bed will ever know what it's like to be a large fairy or a small giant.
YOU ARE READING
the utter truth.
Poésie"This word you want to say is a word held back by chained teeth and a snake tounge"
