Don't ask the writers
what pain or which beauty they saw That made them write so.
Do not ask the reason of their sadness
or even of fleeting moments of  glee
And happiness.

For they hide in the flowers
the agony of their tears
and
in the raging Fire
they keep safe their calming smiles.


They can feel a million things
and make you feel same .
And still be seated in a room
all closed and blinding in.

They can tell you the story
of your depression
while
they walk  through forests alone.

So do not ask why and when
they wrote what they did ,
for they wrote it cause their mind
is multiple people, all at the same time.