I enter the room where no love or remorse is possessed.
Only plain faced people can enter here.
So why am I allowed to enter?
My heart does not have experience...
But how can that lead me to this room?
These plain faces
Those who achieve nothing
Who feel nothing
Those, that if they feel love, it is only love for themselves...
I lean and reach out, hoping to grasp the concept,
But as always, time has influenced my decision.
Edging towards the door,
I shake, to relise that loneliness is my fate and conclusion.
I laugh at my thoughts,
As only the moon is lonely, but even then it is accompained by the stars.
I see the illuminat