The warmth of this vision inside of me is healing like a fire burning with friends gathered around telling ghost stories of what used to be I still hear their voices in my fainted memory They sound staggered, and I can hear them yelling Searching for an answer to this untitled folk tale Not realizing they are stuck in the cell of someone elses reality The earth has the answers unseen and untouched You just have to ask but asking seems like the last crutch it's the only crutch if you don't start looking miracles do happen it's why I am writing