When the person you love is filled with sadness, what do you do?
Leave them be or hold them near?
Do you tell them they must say what's inside? The molecules, the words, the truths they've nurtured held together so tightly that they might turn to pearls or diamonds.
Coming out so shiny you question their validity.
Wonder if they're even real at all.
Wonder how the elements
of earth
and reason
and the art of simply being
could be spun into something so loathed.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
When the person you love is filled with sadness, what do you do?
Leave them be or hold them near?
Do you tell them they must say what's inside? The molecules, the words, the truths they've nurtured held together so tightly that they might turn to pearls or diamonds.
Coming out so shiny you question their validity.
Wonder if they're even real at all.
Wonder how the elements
of earth
and reason
and the art of simply being
could be spun into something so loathed.
