R

Inspired by the man discovering the power of his thoughts.

I don't have the answer to how to 

sort the feels into coherent adjectives

when it sometimes is simply a moment of something real 

the most eye opening of moments are indescribable 

leaving us to melt is the truest truth

A reach for a pen and the beat up notebook filled with memories,

honest truths to who we are in our souls

a perfect hideaway to what is misunderstood

the fragile moment of opening up a part so closed off to the world

reacting to one another when closed and tuck away safe

No I don't have the answer nor the perfect formula or theorem to prove

only the reason why I have plucked perfect pieces of my soul into each syllable