Often times, the thoughts that appeal to us the most make the most out of our thoughts.
How high is the end?
My cup has been filled with tears anew!
We often lose, we shouldn't have dared.
But with wings I would fly to thee, with no fear i would fall with ease.
Our words are seeds planted in the soil of time.
And there was nothing left to hold onto, except breath.
Farewell dear tongue, may fortune smile on thee!
And in the brokenness, I find my place.
We are just passers by, carrying life as a pain.