| I guess if one were to wait long enough, one could see the beginning of everything. |
| I guess if one were to wait long enough, one could see the beginning of everything. |


Tiny, Broken, World.Sometimes, the worldTiny, Broken, World.
just seems so small.
~Miniature~ Like my fingernails scrape away
at the roof of the world, just by stretching up.
Sometimes, the world
just seems so fragile. ~Brittle~ As if my feet crack and crumble the earth around them, just by taking a step.
Sometimes, the world Just seems so wrong. ~Distant~ And all I can do is watch, as the world slowly, slowly, Vanishes ~Ends~


Eternal DreamsEndless days,Eternal Dreams
Eternal nights, time creeps slowly, cycling back into itself,
a constant pattern. Everything repeats,
yet each moment stagnates stretching forever onward.
Life crawls by,
every instant etched, painstakingly slowly, onto my mind.
However, somehow
it seems to have been nothing but a dream. Every day, a new phantasm
visited upon my aching mind, only released during
the sweet surrender of sleep.


Notebook HeartIf I write your name in ink Then from my paper youll never fade. Permanence. The thought of you remains. The symbol of your being can never leave. Close to me You will always be. Until it comes time for me To turn the page. Your name in ink will not be forgotten. For in my notebook heart you shall stay. One day Ill flip back to your page. Ill smile because I knew you were there all along.Notebook Heart


Finish LineShe was running. Out of breath,Finish Line
Fresh with sweat. Though she was in last place And she was in the right direction for the finish line. It appeared she was running away, Even though the only thing following her was her own shadow.
Every tap of her shoe meeting with the cold, earth Seemed slower and slower and slower... Until she was standing. In the middle of everything and everyone she stood. She looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, Letting the clean air fill her lungs. She listened to the wind, At first it was hard to understand What it


Looking UpI spend my day looking down Walking to and fro Looking down Face to the ground Like my feet To the beat Of the street Have a lesson they need to teach But I grow bored I grow tired Wearily my head sinks lower Shoulders strain against the weight of the world In agony of ennui I Look Up From the dull worn gray I see Skies of blueLooking Up
and
Clouds of white The bright blessed day The dark sacred night Suddenly that song makes sense! It is a Wonderful World The weight falls off and suddenly I'm flying &n
again, thanks!
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"Tied to machienes that make me be." Metallica
"Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking." Queen/David Bowie
"I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in his grace."Don John
"Evil is a point of view."Lestat De Lioncourt
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If wishes were fishes then we would all drown.
But death would be so delicious.
I'm bored.
So I decided to say hello since I'm never on Luna anymore.
.....
Hi.
Hi.
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If wishes were fishes then we would all drown.
But death would be so delicious.
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If wishes were fishes then we would all drown.
But death would be so delicious.
Nothing too exciting.
I went wakeboarding the other day though, that was an interesting experience. XDD
I feel like my limbs might fall off.
:/
That's the effect of wakeboarding/biking/walking/swimming I guess.
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