Gruhlk

Day of Black I drive to the gathering, day still in full. Dressed in my suit, I hear you calling me a tool The sun is shining and the day is bright The air and the trees so full of life However once I arrive I feel suddenly bare, the atmosphere changed, perhaps it’s the air… The sky still shines, yet a dark looms the kind of pitch only in corners of basement rooms The proceeding takes place, and in rows we sit, with glow all around, no candles need to be lit. a solemn man stands in front of the rows full he reads without my hearing, everything fades to a lull the lips on his face move, yet I barely hear a dull the whisper of hi

One in the Same As a child, quite frankly I was wild Wild in the sense that I had a power, a talent, a skill that broke up the usual drill. It made childhood have such color that’s undefinable by any other. The power to imagine is this magic of which I speak, It’s pure, and clean, and free to be tweaked, with just the power of your mind, you can add whatever you feel or find. Now, as kids we take this for granted, and once teens, most minds have been planted. We lose the color and feel, more satisfied with what we believe to be real, concrete that is. We move to the tangible, what we can see, what we can touch, but most don&#