The beautiful die young.

one way to another, believing a different philosophy because it was changed by someone, or something or everything, for good, for bad, for nothing.

"A word into the silence thrown always finds it echo somewhere where silence open hidden lexicons."

lonely, lost. chilling sad departure, cold as frost. You must have heard someone really broken hearted speak. I'm still learning and this is INCOMPLETE but I'll try my best to express like feelings as that broken hearted person.

what I perceive in my head are classified words not known to the shallow, whereby the animate talks experience and the inanimate pours out its heart. Listen to their voices, they are truth, they are deep!

Winner of #fydc contest year 2016! I hear voices in my head, they talk to me. I can only listen to so much. Welcome to my Black ❌ White World. I'm a sucker for Short poems that pour out all of my emotions. I'm not much of a talker. So I write my bleeding thoughts.