If all could be said with a word wouldn't it be easy, if it wasn't felt the way or touched the way it should be then what will ever reveal the secret to it that it holds. Words are an ocean but what if not a single drop picked from this vastness satisfies what it desires. What will ever touch this beauty that it holds or tell the tales of what was discovered. If wandering the deserts and a floating the seas takes you to something this unbreakable then you think, why was it guarded by all these beautiful traps. I saw it, but kept it with me, i felt it but saved the memory of it in a block i won't even remember.
