The beauty in pain. 

Thoughts in character.

One language. 

One leg in; one leg out

One hand in, the other stuck out.

A clear mind, sinking feet.

like gears working against each other,

grinding metal to dust

Busting the intricate design,

shattering art.

Regret holds me down, sinking with little hope of ever getting out

While resolves quiets the voices in my heart-

Almot thinkless;

almost just a splatter of paint.

Abstract-there's no word to define it; 

no word that justifies this feeling. 

Light, airy yet down to Earth

A flick of a wrist.

A moment of silence.

A drop of water. 

The beauty in it-

the uniqueness.

Never replacable-

never misunderstood. 

Plain and simple,

simple and plain.

These words are blantly put,

These images are flooding my mind

One language. They say. 

One meaning. They say. 

I would love to disagree.