it is not the moment which defines its prfoundness but the profoundness that defines the moment. each moment links chapters to the stories of our life and yet we find ourselves wondering when God wills atrt scripting the story. the blankness of the moment is a story in itself uniting millions of people in its helplessness and isolation.

ive seen the smiles and ive seen the tears
ive seen the victories and ive seen the fears
i know happiness and i know sorrow
i know contentment and i know the feeling of being hollow
im been the shadow and ive given the light
i have been one with the soil and ive seared through the height
i have blossemed with the rain
and i have wilted with the pain
yet i have no story to tell
silence yells
i have felt all that was to feel
yet i am numb
i have outwitted many
but infront of life i feel dumb
the stars shine too bright
the moon can cause a fright
i run from my own shadow, scared
unable to befrind, unable to bare
and secrets i hold close to my heart
ending the story before it starts