Flowers

Hello.
Goodbye.
Hear me tonight as I open the doors of my brain of my heart and push out the sadness the depressing the scared little
Thoughts that tremble
in my closed off head of distress and disillusionment
That criticizes and questions with no known knowledge unknown by times of hatred and sorrow.
And confusion it echos in the remains of the thoughts of the reader who reads but
Does not
Understand what they should be seeing because the mind of another is not understandable to the minds of anothers
And words cannot capture the essence of a thought.
Hello and step forth
Goodbye and away.