Ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｉｌｌｎｅｓｓ　

Ｉｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｑｕｉｅｔ

Ｈｅ　ｉｓ　ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ

And He whispered．．．

Illusions illusions illusions

don't be shaken by the confusion

Take a glimpse of a miracle

of life

alive

living。

Dear child of mine

recognize your touch of brilliance

acknowledge your godly presence

liberate your mind

it is limitless

boundless

infinite

it is．

I know it hurts to know

to live and to grow

but a silenced mind

is a lifeless soul．

So go

write until your ink bleeds red

the color of love my son has shed

write until your fingers screams and begs

write until you are content．

And I shouted．．．

Thank you Ｄｅａｒ Father in Heaven

I'll write until my ink bleeds red

the color of love your son has shed

I'll write until I'm content

Ｕｎｔｉｌ　Ｉ　ｅｘｐｒｅｓｓ　ｗｈａｔ　ｗａｓ　ｕｎｓａｉｄ

ｔｈｅ　ｌｉｅｓ

ｔｈｅ　ｌｉｆｅ

ｔｈｅ　ｃｏｎｆｕｓｉｏｎ

ｗｉｔｎｅｓｓ　ｂｙ　ｔｈｅｓｅ　ｅｙｅｓ　

ｗｉｔｈ　ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔｌｙ　ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔｅｄ　ａｌｉｔｅｒａｔｅｄ　ａｄｖｅｒｂｓ　ｗｈｉｃｈ　ｙｏｕ　ａｌｏｎｅ　ｈａｖｅ　ｓｅｎｔ

ｗｉｔｈ　ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｅｓ　ｕｎｆｏｌｄｉｎｇ　ｉｎ　ｃｏｎｓｔａｎｔ　ｓｉｎｕｓｏｉｄａｌ　ｗａｖｅｓ　ｏｆ　ｅｍｏｔｉｏｎｓ　ｄｙｉｎｇ

ｔｏ　ｐｒｏｊｅｃｔ　ｔｈｅ　ｃｏｍｍｏｔｉｏｎｓ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｖｏｉｃｅｌｅｓｓ　ｈｅａｒｔ．

Ｕｎｔｉｌ　ｔｈｅ　ｃｏｎｓｔｉｐａｔｅｄ　ｅｍｏｔｉｏｎｓ　ｏｆ　ｍｙ　ｄｅｓｐｅｒａｔｅ　ｓｏｕｌ　ｄｅｍａｎｄｓ　ｍｙ　ｆｉｎｇｅｒｓ　ｔｏ　ｓｃｒｉｂｂｌｅ　ｔｈｉｓ　ａｎｄ　ｓｃｒｉｂｂｌｅ　ｔｈａｔ　ａｂｏｕｔ

ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｎｏｔ　ｑｕｉｔｅ　Ｃｈｉｎａ　ｃｈｉｌｄ　

ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｎｏｔ　ｑｕｉｔｅ　Ａｍｅｒｉｃａ　ｃｈｉｌｄ

ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｍｉｎｏｒｉｔｙ　ｃｈｉｌｄ

ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｆａｔｈｅｒｌｅｓｓ　ｃｈｉｌｄ

ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｎｅｖｅｒ　ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ　ｍｏｔｈｅｒ　ｃｈｉｌｄ

ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｈｏｍｅａｌｏｎｅ　ｃｈｉｌｄ

ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｈｏｍｅｌｅｓｓ　ｃｈｉｌｄ

ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｒｅｂｅｌ　ｃｈｉｌｄ

ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　ａ　ｍｏｌｅｓｔｅｄ　ｃｈｉｌｄ

ｔｈｅ　ｓｔｏｒｙ　ｏｆ　Ｇ－ｄ＇ｓ　ｃｈｉｌｄ　

ｗｉｔｈ　ｉｎｆｉｎｉｔｅ　ａｍｏｕｎｔｓ

ｕｎａｂｌｅ　ｔｏ　ｃｏｎｔａｉｎ　ｎｏ　ｍｏｒｅ

ｓｐｉｌｌｉｎｇ　ｏｕｔ　ｏｎｔｏ　ｔｈｅｓｅ　ｎａｋｅｄ　ｐａｇｅｓ

ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ　ｔｏ　ｍａｋｅ　ｗｏｒｌｄｓ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｗｏｒｄｓ．

Ｕｎｔｉｌ　ｙｏｕ　ｏｖｅｒｆｉｌｌ　ｔｈｉｓ　ｕｎｗｏｒｔｈｉｎｅｓｓ

ｗｉｔｈ　ａ　ｐｉｅｃｅ　ｏｆ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｍｉｎｄ

ａ　ｐｅａｃｅ　ｏｆ　ｍｉｎｄ。

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