Something so pure,
Stricken by the strength of its mind gradually repels upon its own emotions.
Disengaging, disconnecting, and dis-functioning from its state of mind and the frame of reality that it sits within.
Analytical honesty,
A heart as soft as the heart that is flooding ink from this pen.
Should not be associated, either to or with such incredibly imperfect sensibility.
Where in the world did silence loose it's most important entrance?
