Peaceful rainbow of compassion across the sky such beauty shown in a time of falling rain like tears of love, cherished in confusion. These feelings are those that the world twists, shreds and devours in order to achieve the unknown; to even themselves, their own spiteful; deceitful and cunning plan to bring you down. Why is this world wrapped in such horrid lies? See through the dark unbeaten paths watch what disgust lay beyond can't you see? don't you know the evil that you will bring forth if you break down your heart, mind and love? Must you push and kill off all emotion to be at peace with suffering? If so, you shall become miserable and despise even yourself as you lose out on true loves sweet touch.
A life is filled with conflict; love can be tough or as gentle as a butterfly, its wonder is something to be held on to. Do not be afraid of loss, for your fear will be your down fall. Why do you run from it all? Do not be afraid if you think you're dull. Speak to everyone; do not stall; for life is good when we are here for us all.
Music: The sound of music is a tone to thy heart; a gift indeed. Sadness, happiness, an overwhelming cast of emotion. An expression complete without doubt. Words telling a story to the beholder. The array of splendor, like a newly conceived baby. Hearts verge, an entonement of love.
Wacky stories
There once was a butterfly that smelled like cheese. It had strong arms and was yellow and white. All would gather with there nets which contained trees and sweaters. Once caught by the hideous claw with the hard growing compositions intruding all was won for the butterfly.
That story was actually about cheese, I'll explain. There was butterfly that smell like CHEESE. It was YELLOW and WHITE(marble cheese). All would gether with there net, that is their money. Money is made of paper(trees) and a cloth like material(sweaters). Once caught by the hideous claw, that's your hand and the hard growing compositions intruding are your finger nails. The part all was won for the butterfly is to make you think that I was talking about a butterfly.
Story #2:
It was a dark and shiny day, all was dirty except for the trash. The humans decided to take a crawl for it was nice and dirty, much fun they had. Within' centuries the shininess of the day turned to foreign unknown wet things. The wet things were unmerciful, for they knew that they were many.
That story was simply and exagerated story which was the opposite of what you'd expect. You'd expect the humans to walk not crawl and you'd expect the trash to be dirty and everything else at least fairly clean. The wet things are the rain from the sky which are unmerciful because the rain doesn't just stop.