poems are emotion in its rawest form. Never understood by the mind, but felt by the heart.

and only you.

you have stumbled upon a dark corner on the internet you find an old and worn notebook you open it up to find that it is not what you usually find like an enchiridion or ancient text but a series of poems and what seems to be something almost like diary entries you decide to read it to sit to stay a while.

Us, Them, and Everyone else who needs us. Who needs me, and most importantly... Everyone who needs you.