Lost In Thought

As the mind quite And the soul pick a Pen to speak in ink. Though soul may set in Dankness, it will rise in a Perfect light, like a value that doesn’t decrease based on Someone’s inability to see, I will speak. What I wish I knew, like a man who do not know how high he is, until he is called to rise. like a morning sun, blessing be the name ‘in day’, but time still exist. I need you next to me, maybe we could be one but where do I start to trust?