To the Thinkers Alone

[TKei]

I am a thinker. I am no artist, nor musician. I think, and then I write. This pen speaks louder than me voice, but still cannot fully display my mind. These thoughts I have, many times, have no proper form. They cannot be written, nor read. They are known to a select few, who, upon reading my words, are able to synchronize their minds to my own. An amazing ability to read between the lines, and discover themselves. I know, because it happened to me. I read a book, which few people could understand and admire. Thew few that could read the words the author had not written. The words were there, always, but hidden to those who did not know their ways. Only the thinkers could see them. Thus, for the time, these words are secrets well-kept by the thinkers. We pass them on hidden between the lines, until we can give them form for the public to know. But for now, to the thinkers alone.