Let peace be the heartbeat

Perception of independence is when titanic hits the iceberg. Creating this frosted window, screaming for the sun to notice the frozen terrain. In an ignored corner, a beacon wills father sun to smile, for that split second peace is known again. To find this center, peace has to be the heartbeat, and love has to be the courage of blood, flowing through envious veins. Willing love to find a way, beacuse love WILL find a way.