Something so simple, so powerful has a hold of a thousand whispers. In the wind its carried without a care in the world.
so percious that even a tiny noise could break it's very excistance. the essence of such a power is taken for granted.
it crosses every boundry, leaving no room for improvement. An imperfection, a blemish on the soul, a deadly curse.
Something that shatters in an instant. Moves though broken glass without a scratch. Yet bleeds with every twist and turn.
the mark of a war not yet won. A victory yet to be celebrated. A clash between two ideas never coming to an answer. a painting without color. An irreplaceable
force moving though a warped zone just barely making a dent.
So heavy it cant rest on the worlds shoulders. Bigger than the Universe. Yet as significant as a the tiniest atom. Bursting though trying to find its place
in the world yet Not getting anywhere. Struggling to keep standing out when something better comes along.