Wednesday, April 9, 2014
/ \ I cannot see your memories. I can only listen to the way you describe them.
I can't see your farts, I can only smell them And it can be very hard to describe them..
I can't see your thoughts. I can only read the words you put them in.
I have visuals I wish I could forget.
I can't see invisible things. I can hear audible things.
live and death
taught me it's lessons early
so that I could
stay and play
in a million ways
and not be afraid
of many things
is what we have