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Have you ever seen something that you could swear you've seen before. Have you ever been to places for the first time but you feel like you've been there before.
I don't know where I found it, I have had it forever. Look at the way it is lit, Who made this thing. So clever... Light beams bouncing off it's face, Sparkles gleaming, sitting there.
Every night I dream about you and me. You and I hold each other hand in hand and go on a small path in a spring forest. We are moving towards the end of the trail, toward the light.
!Se trata de tener valor. De no huir, de confrontarlo, mirarlo a los ojos y enfrentar lo dificil. Pero es que es mucho mas sencillo sacarle la vuelta.
I I slump my way through the labyrinth of grey Through chilled corridors, my eyes on the floor At my feet a spiral staircase.
Can depression be a phase. A short chapter of a whole.
An old man walked long, Followed a road his son walked, before him. A lonely, desolate road, lined with dead trees, old oak, hawthorn.
The Peace of Mind The small, quiet hush of the wind blew roughly against the tall redwoods. The sound was quite elegant to the ears; yet chilling to the core of the human body.
I've been walking for a while, Around this mind of mine. Through some hedge mazes And though the dark alley lines. That's where it's at it's worst. The darkest and ugly scenes.
Follow me on this journey, if you will Hazy and crisp I dream, a dream of a dream in a dream Floating on purple mists and shadows, I see a spark far down in the abyss Stretching my hand, the stream...
Something I wrote a while ago and kept to myself. I hope it's not too bad it means a lot to me, enjoy. I hear it again, it's that sound, the sound of that vain thudding in my ear.
Do you ever sit down. And everything that's ever happened. Crashes upon you at once. You're drowning in air. Unable to see. Exhaustion plays no part in the role of remembrance.
She has blue eyes. And long blonde hair. But in her heart. She climbs up. Rainbow stairs. That lead to a mystery land. In her pretty head. She said. Stop looking at me. There is nothing to see.
#nightdwellers #beginningline The frosted grass cracked under foot as winter took hold on the night.
The sirens are singing. They're calling for you. Running away from your home. And all that you've known too. Deeper and deeper. Into the woods you go. You lost it all. The truth you now know.
I remember sitting on a bench doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. There was a field with no people, a sidewalk with no one walking, a sky without a sun. Nothing.
Although It caught him off guard, he grew to Enjoy It's company as each day flew Past, rolling into weeks and months and years. Eventually he forgot all his fears.
We made our way through the tubes that were the hallways of my dream mall.. As I set aside an octopus she showed me, I continued to walk on.
Kindness is a weakness so they say But which side does the weakness fall. Upon my journey I have been scared and scarred, beaten, tortured, cut and humiliated, broken spat on and left for dead.
#LandFarAway Now you'd think, this isn't strange, It's just a toad, nothing deranged. But as I tried to walk down the track, My feet wouldn't let me, They're pulling me back.
The flame inside me has burnt. Burned itself. Now all that remain are the ashes of what I was, my feelings, my memories. Your laughter, your love, our link. Our souls have gone against each other.
An inspection of introspection has brought me here. A heretofore unknown doorway to the meditative state.
The Box 7 - Closer To Home" Written by Damond Foster Gardner In Matteson, Illinois. 60443 The Box is nearly to an end.
the cascades were calling him again… and as he checked the unread messages in his brainpan, he stands and nervously rubs his hands, deleting each of the vocal memos, each idiom as piercing as...