From the light to the sky, earth to earth. It's more beautiful than unreal.

I am unsaid, and unsafe, and untold, and I cannot even begin to tell you how.

I hear longing in everything. I hear melancholy in everything. I see sorrow in the emaciated blueprints of hope.

I hear a fragile cry in the shadows, in the lacuna. I hear a plea in the void, in the swelling emptiness. There is pain, trailing quietly from desperation.

I hold this in my outstretched arm, the world. In all the deafening melody, I want to be immersed in an ocean of song.

You are an ocean of songs

"A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon:
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though all things foul must wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so."

-William Shakespeare