What I see is what I know
And
What I know is what is seen
A blur a blob
A figure here and there
And an all-time show of purely blank pages that are filled with the ink that comes from...
The times where I touched the soft whispy wind and felt the burning sun that shone above in the skyline like a ruler to her subjects .
The times where the rain droplets had fallen onto my face like a cold sensational feeling.
The times where I could never had visualised another's face but felt their emotion in different...