There are things happening that there are no words for yet, and still so much that I don't know.And all the words are boxes into which I can not quite squeeze my soul to fit. Sometimes we need to the darkness to find the features that our eyes can't see, the silence to speak for all the things we can not say.
There are things happening that there are no words for yet,
ReplyDeleteand still so much that I don't know.
And all the words are boxes into which I can not quite squeeze my soul to fit.
Sometimes we need to the darkness to find the features that our eyes can't see, the silence to speak for all the things we can not say.