#1
Just a small poem. Just felt like posting something.


Why do we find comfort in the knowledge
that other feel as we do?
That connection
when we find that our privy emotions
are shared by all people
We find something warm
that exists outside our lonely lives
which are as chill as the antarctic sun
We reach out to the stars and distant worlds
with outstretched fingers
hoping to find other travelers soft hands
to reach out for something tangible
and connect with somone
who has left their cold rocky planet.


Love the Low end
#2
Quote by Zeelod
Just a small poem. Just felt like posting something.


Why do we find comfort in the knowledge
that other feel as we do?
That connection
when we find that our privy emotions
are shared by all people
We find something warm
that exists outside our lonely lives
which are as chill as the antarctic sun
I think from here down it started to get alot better actually felt more like it meant something. though i really didnt like the line above 'Whice are as chill as the antarctic sun' i would have to say its probably the weakest line in this.
We reach out to the stars and distant worlds
with outstretched fingers
hoping to find other travelers soft hands
to reach out for something tangible
and connect with somone
who has left their cold rocky planet.

Also didnt like the final line.

Overall its pretty could just those two lines that need to be changed.