In the dark where i feel free I have been wondering| if thoughts are recorded... not the kind we notice You know those tiny fragments incomplete yet so meaningful yet so chaotic Yet so ephemeral we never notice and sometimes they fade Never noticed never realized they fade like dust in the dark... I think there is more of the real me inside those unrecorded thoughts Embracing the littlest time i have in a second I exist in a mere instant and in an instant i do not. Way down we go The abyss where all the memories forgotten reside Way down we go The abyss where the real me lives freely, Forgotten, never remembered Never yearning... Free Free.
Well it is not always about making a great speech to uplift souls or stop people from making terrible decisions with happy words a loud voice and a smile, there are situations a great sunshine speech cannot heal or a loud voice cannot reach or a smile cannot penetrate... The sad things in life things that cause people to just, give up... When the simplest words could have saved them... You are not alone.