because

Not really, but...

We didn't have anything to say.

The time that has
Been forgotten or wasted.
Not
all of it
but some.


We try to understand ourselves.
But we are just one person.

I am just one person.



And blessed are they, that cry every night.
That sleep because hate they what they see.
Blessed are they.
For they feel.

Those that do not feel
We


Stay beautiful