As I looked at the sky, it looked like it held all the secrets in the world. If I could only fly up there with the clouds, then they would whisper to me everything I've ever wanted to hear.
As I looked at the ground, it looked as if it held all the stories in the world. If I was only to sit down and trace the cracks with my fingers, then I would hear the stories of happiness, tragedy, love and heartbreak.
As I looked at the world, it moved so fast, as if one could simply shout until their voice was gone, and still not be heard. If only the world went a little slower, then the pain would lessen.
As I looked at the people, I could not see anything. For humans have become a little too good at hiding their feelings, their scars, their tears.
The highest flying plane could never reach those secrets trapped in the stars.
The smallest ant could never understand the stories behind the scratches in the cement.
The loudest person could not make a sound in this world.
And the most observant person, would be blind looking at us.
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Craving Love
Poetry→ it's been occurring to me, that you can't burn the devil. ← ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Please don't take any of my work. All poems belong to me, unless stated otherwise. :)*
