Michaelpoet

Harmony In Waiting

My soul in search of peaceful splendor.

As I look into the abyss I find a calm come over me I did not know existed. 

My memories are borrowed from a life that belongs to an extrovert to whom there is a guarantee of popular opinion. 

If a secret is kept it is denied immortality.

Somebody feels the same way you do which means you can never truly be original.