Does it make sense? We begin.

Does it make sense? We begin.

A mysterious beauty surrounds my thoughts, it sings to me. It brings me new knowledge as its echoing chorus sweeps over me. I know it calls to me, but does it call for me? I can't clearly distinguish my future; I only know I can not truthfully deceive it. Knowing that there are things that make me encounter such unyielding emotion.

 

Author's Note

Tell me your thoughts.