If We Only Can Keep On Talking

IF We Only Can Keep On Talking. Have you ever had an idea? Have you ever had any thoughts? Have you ever wondered what is it, that keeps us so distant, and yet we all feel so close? You may say emotions. I may say dreams. Others may say 'we all are fiends who crave the something more deeper than emotions and logic can begin to fathom'. You may read Braille. I may read the descriptions of how Earth resembles Hell. You may paint emotions and capture people's attention by drawings. You may paint words of diamonds, and how they beauty resembles love by writing down words and calling it a poem. You may paint a set of vocals that can make an elderly person regain hope that was lost eons ago. The world can be a machine that can appear and make people disappear like black magic. The events created by purpose can sometimes be tragic. Everything may have a purpose no how matter how sick a person choose to interpret. Aren't we all sick? From the food we eat, to the way one may beat their own meat. To the things we drink, to the things we inhale. Who's to say? But have you ever had an idea? Have you ever had a thought? Have you ever had the emotions or shared a piece of history that was identical to someone else? Have you ever been confused, and yet still found hope through some kind of faith? HAVE YOU EVER HAD THE SUDDEN REALIZATION TO SEE THAT WE ALL ARE THE SAME ON THE INSIDE AND OUT. THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS SOME LIVE IM THE SHADE AND OTHERS THE LIGHT. "What is lost can be found" -FIN.