And ever as I talk, I come away with the goodness of the unseen. How can it be so wonderfull as this? Was beauty built to do this? Could fiery passion come from this unseen force, an anxious movement not but seen. For this I could live, for this I could die. If I had but a chance to move the stars, I would.
In this I see truth. An unbridled fury, a moving storm. Power whips within it, directing itself with grace undeniable.
If that didn't make sense, Good. If it made a little sense, then I will just have to try harder next time.
Well, today is one of those days, that I feel like I am going insane.
Can't Talk anymore...
Chau
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