FoundAlongRoad

I love when the moon is bright
And there are still clouds in the sky
At midnight

How much does experience temper vocabulary
When you hear the word happy
If you’ve never experienced pure elation
How can you tell the feeling
From only conjuring up contentment
The worlds between depths of words
But is it experience or something in our consciousness
Only intensified
Over time
Cuz when I was little I saw the difference like knowing shades of colors
And as I grew I learned of many more
But I can feel the differences in my soul
Built on only pieces of moments I’ve had for myself
So where does it all come from
It’s it like imagining in video
Where some have the ability
And others cannot see
Does one affect the other
Questions of the difference of me..