Great writing is like great music or great art; It can’t just be made, it has to be felt.
It comes from the heart and is unbound by the laws of restriction. The emotion flows outward like a dam that has burst.
This is how I see much of the beautiful works of the world. These are the expressions of hidden emotions, the words with no sound, the pain with no tears.
This is the silent beauty of the world that people can’t see.
To see the true essence of a persons beauty is to see what makes them feel.
Once again the discussion comes full circle, back to the question that can’t be answered. Reasons were given and explained, selfishness exposed, even with all of that I feel something is missing because the answer to ‘why’ apparently doesn’t exist or so I’m told.
More came to light on their feelings about how to move forwards from this point, “neither of us would give it our all” the seed of doubt has been planted by their own actions and as before what could have been will never be because of one simple choice.
I grow tired of this. Tired of being let down by those I choose to let in, when will it end? When will people think before they act, when will people learn .