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So I am back here again. Don't know where to start don't know how to begin. In an empty home. I stay here all alone. What can I do to make things more fun. I don't want this silence I want to run.
For miles I walked that day, I walked and walked, not even stopping to take in my surroundings. The sky was grey, the air, filled with a wiff of despair.
#sixwords Improv @misslittleDHP. On the very edge of land,. Stands a bare, old tree so grand,. Golden leaves have fallen,. Its genes sent away in pollen,. A magnificent sight to see,.
"pat pat pat,splish " One lonely girl walking down the street "pat pat pat,splish" Clothing all soaked,feet bare and wet,cherry nail polished chipped "pat pat pat splish" Humming a tune and walking...
He stepped into the sunshine, and he felt it on his skin. Like the kiss from a lost lover. Warming and embracing him from deep within. The shadows of his solitude, where left behind inside.
A milky haze swallows me. As the mist rolls across the field. I raise my arms, as if to embrace. And to the clouds I yield. The air is cool and bitter. It carries the smell of sea.
Stepping out into the night, The cold air burns my skin, The lamppost casting an eerie light, Shadows dance across the sky, The world is quiet, I can feel the calm stillness of it all, A different...
The sunlight twinkles on the waves, To the sun I am a slave. I'll let it embrace me all day long, Listening to the summer's sweet song.
Empty road. In front of me. No-one else. That I can see. Stretching out. Mile after mile. Put my foot down. For a while. At this moment. Feeling free. Considering. Day's destiny. Maybe slow.
Child of the wilderness. Born into emptiness. Learn to be lonely. Learn to find your way in darkness. Who will be there for you. Comfort and care for you. Learn to be lonely.
Shivers tingle up my spine, I'm driving way past closing time. It's midnight in this vast county, I'm driving through the rural bounty.
With my face up to the shining sun, Wind in my hair, I continue to run Around and around the big maple tree Twirling and laughing Feeling so free.
Not having to speak to someone Not having to stare into their cold eyes and listen to their useless talk.
Where is my happy place.
The comforting prospect of sleep is too distant to be thought of. If I let my mind wander the endless plains of dreams I fear I shall not return.
The air around me is crisp and cool, The night as silent as space. The small town has been enveloped by the silvery colour of moonlight, But yet it is as dark as a midnight race.
Looking out from afar. It is I, that I witness in the distance. I stand alone; Unique, But then I do seek to pervade that Shadowy Dark. It is I out alone - Upon those mountainous, Off-cut peaks.
She had a book, a favourite book, it was one if those books you could read again and again and enjoy it more everytime, her friends,though, could not quite understand it, they had favourite books but...
The moon is white The moon is clear Whenever I feel sad I turn to the moon And hope it gives me guidance.
The campfire flickered, dancing like a nimble young girl away from the advances of the cold, biting wind. The grey-haired sentry pulled his scarlet cloak tighter around him.
I sat on the grass in my front yard, listening to the whispers of the wind. Trying to understand the sounds of nature. I felt a change coming;I looked around and saw a dark army of clouds approaching.
it's been hours since people have vanished away this is a great change from night to day only the street lights and i are awake there's only sweet moments i'm gonna make guess i can feel this up...
He awoke in his bed, light streaks of sun poured In from his loosely closed shades.
Here I sit alone. Away from the world. Sitting in the wind as I wait for it to stop. And when it finally does, I lay in beautiful sunlight alone. Birds are chirping in the early morning of the day.