words made no sense through the glass of your lense, the words i had so carefully crafted, marrying concepts into marriges of feelings and emotions. I would we each word so carefully, ensuring the passion and meaning not only reached the surfacee but interwove to move souls. I had created so many places and worlds around myself, showing the complexities of my inner workings. Only for you to shove your glasses your perceptive infront of my eyes, blinding me completely to myself.




















