The pain I feel, Confusing. I can feel it, Coursing through. I can feel it.
To see is to feel, Everything once more. Every sad, Every happy, Every small,
The sound of rain Muffled by laughter, Red liquid in glasses, Smoking and enjoying, A hint of ecstasy
Special days, have special meanings. Meanings which elude us. And are far from the grasp - Of the curious.