"Moving is like dying" Empty pasts haunt the reborn body. Minds collapse and form new beautiful butterflies. The more moving, the more broken wings. The butterflies stop flying and start crying. The hottest tears for all the years. The future becomes terrifying.
I’ll shout you down, Laughing in my way: A joy filled sound, To shake you To your core. A sound to amuse me, To shatter the farce. Sweet and pleasant, Loud and musical, Never have I heard Such terrifying Joy.
Perhaps the closest I'll get to explaining why I use SilverLaughter as a name for almost everything.