there are a million more things I want to say but the truth is, I don't know how. how easy it is that we feel something so pure, but unable to render these moments into words for others to feel. maybe some feelings aren't poetic they are there, just for you not to mean anything, but to feel.
"and when you finally understand how to feel, that's when it all makes the difference"
To all hopes dashed To the broken bottles of soothing elixir To all the shattered tall glass of honey To these weary mind in the poisonous oasis To the enervated souls in the frozen glade To all on the destination of journey to ruins To all these unpleasantness of the mortal world We are never going to give up We wouldn't consult horoscope And would not read any tarot cards But we are going to rewrite our fortune Even if all the lands could not offer us succor We shall conquer the sea for refuge This same umbrella that has witnessed The unutterable pain from the sun And the unspeakable rains of sorrow Would be flipped over To drain these sea of sorrow And these oceans of panorama of predicaments And we shall recreate the life of idyllic.