I cannot say that I know the truth or the extent of your suffering
I cannot say that I have experienced it or I can imagine it
But I can feel a stitch that ache within me
for I knows may be a different feeling for a different reason
I know the feeling resembling blooming of petals when it feel love
I know the fire of passion
the madness of rage
the darkness of sorrow
the hunger of power
the sickness of suffering
the hollowness of lonely
I see more than I want to
I listen more than I intend to
I feel more than I can pretend to
And I cannot deny the only truth that make all the sense to me
"I understand"
