Words Of The Heart

Emptiness

9/5/17

There once was a boy who cared. His picture of the world: an expanse of nations containing the hope of humanity. The more he grew, the more he came to understand that he existed on wasn't as it seemed.

9/13/17

Few will ever know the solitude of my soul, of myself. The laughter and the continuous joking, I fear that is not truly a representation of what is my being. All you see is a partial representation of who I am. If you think I am nothing but sarcastic comments, spacey thoughts, and untactful thinking, you would be mistaken. With those you but scratch the surface of an infinite pool of thought shimmering beneath that surface.