Untitled. The greatest title of all. It is what it is and it is what it will be. The writer will craft and hash out a new poem of sorts, than the reader interprets it in their own special way. Untitled. Different. Unique. Like fresh fallen snow or a soft drizzling rain. It washes away the pain and cleanses the soul.

Untitled. Beautiful. Distant. A beautiful disaster that shows other what humanity is all about.

Untitled. The greatest title of all. But dear reader, of all the eloquence and beauty, what will your title be most of all?