Journey; a Momentous Occasion
Hello there, we speak in languages only the elders would have known.
I hear the beating hearts in which we all have come to see as the soul's epicenter.
Basking in the darkened ray of light from the moon, I have seen it all with my own two eyes.
How do you suppose we aren't at all ill-fated to the ones we slur beneath our tongues?
Though my chastised belligerence is amazing to most, I feel that I am at a loss.
How would you be able to fight against something so trivial in matter?
I can only imagine to the varying degree in where we places ourselves in danger.
I am sorry, how did you want to me to apologize?
