because it doesn't yet exist.

Can't be done.

What difference does it make, really?

How else would we recognize them as such?

That is, until you see it.

those that don't understand me, don't understand themselves.

- No one will ever say that to me.

She burns to ashes
a flash that ails me
And in the night, shines bright
a totem of humanity
Alive with our eyes closed
and speaking without voices
telling one tale
once and twice are our choices.
Writings of a city
of a place
of a time
full of grace
buring embers
amongst the cinders
obvious,
in their snow covered Decembers

Pointing at the blue moon in the night sky
past a mocking cloud the wind moves aside
Savor ten moments and tears of those who've cried

We were just too ignorant to see, because it was cast in shadow.

"don't let this ruin you."