I feel many things that exist outside of an objective reality

Because there is hardly an objective reality

The words that we share eludes its intended purpose

The food that we admire all have a different interpretation of its sweetness

A lot of ways to describe our world but almost no way to ever understand how you feel

You’ll spend hours telling me how much you enjoy this shade of pink and all I can do is imagine what that must feel like

The feeling of being alone in a filled space is everlasting

I’ll be happy to tell the skies about all the cool things I saw today so that for once I can finally hear my words back to me