Diego Deleon
The brain lets us think, the heart lets us live, our body lets us do. Well tell me, what gives you the feeling of peace. An item that brings you back to the past.
Why have you done this to me. I've given you shelter, food, everything you needed. YET YOU WANT MORE, and now you want to explore and hurt my brothers and sisters in this great sea of stars.
We all know its true the pain it will bring, the sadness it will cause, the life it will take. Death is a fate certain of us all. We will not escape it, for it never dies its self.
Why am I here. The words travel in and out of my mind. They do not bound me, they do not punish me, nor kill me. The softness, the firmness, the sadness.