you and i...one in the sameI look out the window, look at something that is not there… listening to a voice no other can hear…you and i...one in the same
Sorrow drifts on the air in the from of a lonely wolf cry far off in the dark, separated from his pack back none of the others gazing back, to see the lonely soul…
As I walk trough a frostie forest walking towards something I don’t understand A paw crunches in a icy puddle, in the reflection of the ice mirror there stands a single wolf…alone and broken …
And now two lost souls wander the plains, walking trough the burning sand there foot prints trail back into the shimm
im so deep lolololololololI am running from no one, nothing, and its catching up soon it will be upon me Smothering me with the empty air it hold in its transparent handim so deep lololololololol
A dark veil falls across the land and the red rose I hold in my hand turns black and dies, the withered petals turn into dust and drift forever more upon this frozen wind…
Grey clouds gather in begins to rain, walking through the cityscape where I feel this pain…
My heart lays abandoned like a box of kittens on the side of the road, my soul lays forgotten like a hobo in a cardboard box, my limbs will not move as if they are rust
they watch you sleepthe night stalkers leap from branch to branch...they watch you sleep
tree to tree...
house to house...
windowsill to windowsill...
the night stalkers watch you sleep...
the night stalkers laugh as you weep...
sitting in the dark watching you...
red eyes glowing...
black blood flowing...
a candle flickers in the darkA candle flicker in the dark... In the depth and darkness of my heart a flame grows, ever brighter...a candle flickers in the dark
Wandering through the maze that is my mind where i will walk until the end of time a Flame burns, ever hotter...
Flying across a great plane of ice and cold where the thoughts and memories of old are sent to die...
the flames break through the ice...Growing, ever taller.... raging, Ever bigger...Until my body is ablaze...
In the far reaches of my soul amidst the burning fire and coal...
There stands a young boy impervious to the heat and
Devious Journal Entry
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One should strive to achieve; not sit in bitter regret!
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"First, do it. Second, do it well. Third, do it well and fast - that means you're a professional." David Belle, traceur
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"The only difference between a flower and a weed is a judgement." ~Dyer~
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