They didn’t know what they did… They don’t know what they ever do, they look at you; in your eyes and burst. Like the balloon, they break and manage to tear you apart. Power of words are unheeded they say,I’ am a writer, words are songs to my soul to what I sings and dance. Don’t say that, don’t you ever say that because to me every word is listened to and felt deep… They must be mere words to you but to me they make up my universe.