A woman in black in a dark area, a place where no one can hear you speak, but she doesn’t bother to try.
A graveyard like out of a horror film. A place of sadness and death where fulsome blues is sensed.
In a world that is full of good, only the corrupt ones remain in the silence of the dark, only fulfill things that don’t last.
You feel the anger in you, the only anger you and only you can see. You what it to be heard, but yet only emotionless can everyone see. Yet it haunts you every day for you to displease.
Sadness comes and goes, but how you handle them will determine how you remember your life.
You live to play, you play to live. Legends of the culture come and go, but the great ones will always be remembered.
Beauty can mean anything, but natural beauty is a extraordinary thing. Even if you never bean on top of he world before.
It feels good holding something that is a giver of life and protection, even if its not touchable.
In a place where we cannot under stand yet, a place where we are the alien. We know that we cannot live without it, and hat its the creator of all things.
Mystery;s may be the title, but are world is not just the place, beyond us are places with their own mystery’s, and things that are the true unknown.
