How is it possible to be so, so normal during the day and at night, all alone in the bed, be all degrees of screwed up?
Does that beautiful moon move in such a way to cause a tidal wave in my eyes?
Do those beautiful stars align in such a way to cause me pain?
Does that sun and all it's light keep me okay for a while?
Should I admire the light of the day instead of the mystery of the night now that I think I've discovered the source of my sadness?
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The Soul's Voice
PoetryThe soul wishes It vies for a world of Love, devoid of hatred, knowing full well that the wish may not come true. It wishes because it's the only thing it knows how to. And a soul's wish, a soul's voice Carries more power than the wor...
