My written word is testament...its shouts shall echo through time. For I am, for you are, for we are the lost generation that is being found/rediscovered.
To those who do not see though their eyes are wide open... open your mind.
To You who is alive and does not live... open your heart.
To You who speaks and cannot be heard...let your hands speak for you...
To us whose screams are nothing but whispers in the deafening silence... let our souls scream for they will be heard.
Words....
Words coupled with actions can cause an unwanted attraction of senseless connotations and denotations which can and will drown the tainted soul....
For... For there is a wild internal tempest that rages as the winds of doubt begin to blow
And I wonder...I wander whose words or actions could calm the raging spirit which i have dubbed the internal tempest.
Let My written word serve as a testament
Let its shouts echo through time...For I am, for you are, for we are the lost generation that is being found/rediscovered.
Let those who do not see though their eyes are wide open... open their minds.
You who is alive yet does not live... open your heart
You who speaks and cannot be heard...let your hands speak for you
Let Us whose screams are nothing but whispers in the deafening silence... let our souls scream for they will be heard.