O thee silent stranger. I know that you shall hold every word I write. No matter how sublime or perverse it might seem. You do not read it, but still remember it. This passion brewing inside me, has triumphed finally and the molten words erupting out, shall find its place in this spot, my haven in a new universe.
Time, the great healer,
Anneals, molds thoughts,
Out of the chaotic arrangement of words.
Here flow my first impressions.