must i die? must the world pass me by?can nothing be explained? have i been kindly crucified is that what this all means? have i been shunned what is true the invisible knight runs through, what is it in everyone that makes me go, what is it in myself that is so hard to express, what is it that moves me through the emptiness, i am restless, there was peace in this place, in this horrible place there was peace for a moment, maybe this is just a falter, it could go on growing, what is there to alter, seeds are just for sowing, is it that im connected to the earth, in ways that others arent i am too weak to rally them together im too reclusive, just abandoned, not even understanding why they kept me, or what they do, so many opposite statements make everything purple, everywhere i go... and the fairies... maybe this had to happen, why had i to speak virtue... goddess, who was i without knowing it, what did i become.. god i am not resolute, though i know the truth, i am not resolute i wish they cared but do i care, everything is too extreme, where are the middle places the subtle places, where is the real life its not like it used to be, im dreaming, like a flame dancing on a raft bouncing through infinity you are here, no more... no more, the trees must grow... no more no more sorrow
paperairplane, if you formatted your work appropriately, it would be much easier to read. You obviously have a flair for language and expression but it's hiding within densely-packed paragraphs.
