It’s wonderful and equally dangerous to have someone to tell your thoughts to;
Not all, have them.
For some, it’s hard to understand.
Well, the rest stand point-less in the river.
For few, they pat on your back,
You dont need a shoulder, when its not their view.
You can write letters, recite them poems.
For fuck sake, what are you clapping for?
Empathy is relentless, when the depths are unscratched.
Break through the walls of my diplomacy and then you’ll know my pathetic.
Its your thoughts, the precious of your treasures, the shining dirt and kernel to your ruthless existence.
The only thing that is close to your soul.
If you can still think on your own, dont stop.