WHAT DO I KNOW?
A question that everyone often finds themselves asking. I seek, only to find a misery filled with pride. To give or to lose something so precious. When all it takes is a second and all you need is time, what will be yours, and will it be mine. I find, only to realise nothing is as worth as words. But only then, is it too late. Some ought to know, some ought to see.
But most of all, you take time in your precious pride. You build only to see. You speak only to hear. You don't know the story. I don't know life. A hurricane and a drizzle. What do you like? Papers in the sand. We play with trees. You built. Only to see.
Adrianne
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