All Is Unkown
All Is Unkown What is it to believe in everything you see? The stars in the sky, to think that no one will ever die? What is it that has caused the deam in me to expire? Was it the thought of burning fire? Was it the sight of the blind or the failure to be kind? Maybe it was the thought of fear that will not disappear. All is unkown, and it will never be publicly shown. What is it like to find your way through every single day? The help of a friend, to learn how to fend? Was it the look in your... Sign in to see full entry.