I read the unwritten, I hear the unsaid and I feel the unexpressed. I know the unmentioned, I acknowledge the intention and I know it well.

I don't loath not detest, I speak just in silence and I shout with my mouth closed.

I taste without putting out my tongue.

Alex I:
Every birth seems normal until the one born is super normal. In her hand she controls a thousand galaxies, in her heart she encompasses the one she loves, in her mind her path so clear but the vision blurry.
She writes on the book using tears, she whom the sun smiles at and the moon winks. She whose eyes sparkle like stars. As she heaves ,her sigh like the pilot whale so serene so rare. Her fingers are like a sculptor, she molds and fashions all she desires. She is like a whirlwind so full of strength, yet so mellow. She brights the day with a smile, cools the afternoon with her laugh and sizzles the night with her sweet cuddles. A woman so rare that diamonds and pearls are named after her.