I'm here... For a reason to classify .....the 4 seasons Who came here first And who would be the last I hope it really matters Cause time flies fast What we miss Is the life it brings Every season has a lion And every lion is a king
When, platonic WORDS expressive Words, fail to reveal intentions.. Mask people, hide expressions.. When angry we are at the words of some other, wondering how some bits of letters together could hold so much power; Or, why we feel helpless, desperate and bare. it was the realisation that ..only words could heal words...
Hoping for something to be written , Some Spaces rewritten.... The past wiped clean, Something better it could mean And.....although blank it is... Empty the slate still lives.....
