This. Empty. Page:
A result of such conceded failure
where success would stoically prove otherwise,
having left no evidence at the seen.
Not everyone deserves to know
the realization of your story.
But everyone has indeed earned the opportunity
to make certain that it has been told.
Knowledge isn't in the knowing,
but in the learning.
Depravity is the everyday, unseen proof
that the story goes yet unwritten.
Justice is realized on the face of precedent,
hence: Injustice.
This, even though ignorance presents as the
byproduct of stories withheld.
Words are the fight,
the struggle,
the proof,
and the answer.
Even when the answer is wrong,
there is no question left
but for those that were aborted
before they have ever realized that they had lived.
Let me,
no, find me,
pray,
be write.
