TaeKwonDoDork

And if I told you the story, would you listen? To what was once whispered by the wind, That only the selective ear can detect and transcribe of Nature's thoughts...? Can you read the rain?   That subsequently falls from the sky? Sheaded tears that stream from the frosted mirror that runs with subtle neglect.   The unpursued lines of time can only display the unknown. The rest is yet to be read. And if I told you where the sun hides, I can assure you, There would be no more darkness.   Pursued closeness to the light can only bring a greater shadow. Red burns truth and cools the reflective mind of what once was. Is. I. Alone.