That the little train couldn't,
how his will to fight was fake.
That the burning coal in his body was cold.
It also isn't fact that the sun rises in the west and settles in the east.
Making summer the barren chills of hell, and winter blue ash at the beach.
You can say that oceans wont sway to the Moon at dawn.
Impeding those young lovers under the light with natures soundtrack, dancing to the worlds canon.
An ambiguous tango.
And that these lovers actually feel real together.
Real.
Defining realism.
Having actuality, Living fact for truth.
A union of tumultuous feelings.
Being defined isn't.
Manifesting statement is.
You can say that for our love is gone. Time will steal bits and pieces and save them for when we're lost. I can say that I have learned over and over but still yet presently you can be attracted to being ok.
For that we know that those two dancers. Moving in tango. Swaying like the ocean. Reversing all matter in itself just to make our matters relevant. That relativity is equal to theorizing love. Just one idealistic, self venerating sinister theory.
So in all just tell me, if you can speak truth and feel it in every fiber of your being. So that I can say, "yes I know you."
