This is the nature of the unknown
The face of the hidden.
The lack of discovery for the knowledgeable...the statement of the obvious
Written on my face in invisible ink...
Yet you've always been able to read all the things that i couldn't understand
Without the black light...
How did you come to know so much and lack so little?
I guess I wasn't ready all along.
The things I longed for
I longed to avoid...
Through the fear of striking out and missing the marks...
Written in a journal among foolish dreams...
