We don't cry, we write.

Oh, to be penned into existence.

[venyoh]

I wanted a life to come out of my life, but instead I was left with my life.

[resqectable]

“Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.”

— John Mayer

[venyoh]

Heaven's Silent Serenade

Wouldn't they sing? Wouldn't they beg? Beg for attention from ye mortals?

A whisper, a silent plea, An aching for connection, In the vastness of the celestial sea.

Yet, few heed their call, Engrossed in earthly pursuits, Ignoring the symphony of the stars.

Ah, how lonely must the heavens be, To yearn for fleeting glances, From those who remain engrossed in their worldly needs.