Singing without your hearing is like drawing with a pen that doesn't have any ink.
How is she able to still enjoy it?
Does the pen have invisible ink?
And the only way to see it was with a special light?
Is her voice the invisible ink and the vibrations, her special light?
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Finding Joy
PoesíaI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
