You want to be able to see me.

Whatever happened to the way the world spoke?
Whatever happened to the way The earth sang?
Whatever happened to life in general, fading away?

Life does not pursue the ability of hope
of love
of faith
and happiness.
for the thoughts you make the things you believe all come with a stand of you.

You try to be able to make something of yourself to be able to
understand the circumference in your life,the music,the hatred the smiles the laughs even to be able to put that all in your head..most in your heart and to cherish away the dwelling of pain away bit by bit.
It is not process but it is what happened not to the world but to yourself.