Feel the loud.
Flaring up with violence.
But it don't mean nothing unless you feel the silence.
Tracing the lines made with chalk. Life is useless unless you feel the living spark.
Crafting elongated signals across the chart to ignite significance across the board.
Live loving is the struggle to have your mind boggle until it regroups and makes sense of the struggle.
Sounds and music.
Vibrations that are congruent with the feeling that's felt.
A pencil melts into the page of the chapter kept sacred by a sage.
The meaning is real as long as you can feel.
When it ends up meaningless then you know you have failed.