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After a long hard day at the office, testing and correcting logic structures of our Clima-Control and At-Mos organisms, I like to bathe in self pity, slowly rotting away like a month old vegetable in...
I'm her.
This time I swear it felt like stepping through. Like I knew where I was going, like I knew I was aware. Because I am.
Within each and every one of us all, exists all the splendours of life. Or so I'm told by psychiatrist, scientist, and the man behind the bar.
The sky has always been like this since the beginning of our history; endless dark masses of churning cloud, thunderous booms causing quakes around the globe, the scattered brisance of constant...
An angry little china doll, turned to silk from his touch. Naked is not enough anymore, at times you would think it was too much, but today, now, naked is not enough.
Love is frightening. Love is a thief. It makes you weak and vulnerable, It steals your whole world from underneath your feet and place's it into the hands of another.
All for you..... I'll tear my fragile soul apart 'Till my end and from my heart. I walk these streets inspired Seeking my hearts desires. I'm frozen under a weeping willow, tears falling and I...
Sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode. In a shower of stars and wishes. There's so much I want, nay need, to see and do. To experience and taste.
'Fear not, for no matter the failures, no matter the severe predicaments, no matter the losses, regardless of the chilling touch of the strong wind and the darkness that surrounds you, you will...
What if you're really a thousand years old, but have forgotten most of your life, and your brain is just filling out the gaps with false memories.
Do you ever stop and find yourself talking to a person. Not even sure how you got to that point. It's like showering fully clothed.The water hitting your skin. Hidden between layers of fabric.
Gibson, as he was known to almost everyone except for his parents, was sat motionless in the small conservatory he referred to as his study.
I am a broker of emotional commodities. Pleasure, joy, grief, pain. I power the engine of your smiles, tears and dreams. I contain finite supply of fuel, one day I shall cease to exist.
Don't you remember when you had your first dream as a child. Happy. Sad. Scared. Excited. So many feelings that you experienced which you never felt before.
i see you there. i can’t see pass you. a ray of obscurity. a wall that’s obstructing light. like a curious species. like a curious monument. you sparked my fascination.