Random thoughts that actually need work... lol
This is actually just randomness that I did one night
hoping to get myself writing again... turns out it might be unusable..
Just needs some work... lol
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Sitting in a darkened room with nothing but my thoughts...
They seem to be more scattered than anything...
Thoughts of this and of that... nothing in a real order...
I sit and try to think of something to write
yet the block still sits heavy...
How does one get past all of this...
I know that there are a lot of words left
in these old bones... Maybe none that are too
much of an importance to anyone but me...
But they are there nonetheless...
I just wish that I could find them...
They seem to be sneaky little buggers....
They have locked the door and threw away
the key... either that or they put it up somewhere and
forgot where that somewhere is....
That seems more like something that they would do...
Seeing as "they" are really just me...
Do we ever really just sit and think about what it
is that keeps us waking up every morning...
Why is it that we keep living, keep breathing...
What really happens when we stop believing...
Stop dreaming?
Will the Heavens fall... will the Ground split...
Our hearts and souls wither... turn grey and die...
Nothing seems to matter much after this...
How heavy does ones heart have to become
before we take notice?
By this time... is it too late...
Has the dream truly past on...
Never to be..
hoping to get myself writing again... turns out it might be unusable..
Just needs some work... lol
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sitting in a darkened room with nothing but my thoughts...
They seem to be more scattered than anything...
Thoughts of this and of that... nothing in a real order...
I sit and try to think of something to write
yet the block still sits heavy...
How does one get past all of this...
I know that there are a lot of words left
in these old bones... Maybe none that are too
much of an importance to anyone but me...
But they are there nonetheless...
I just wish that I could find them...
They seem to be sneaky little buggers....
They have locked the door and threw away
the key... either that or they put it up somewhere and
forgot where that somewhere is....
That seems more like something that they would do...
Seeing as "they" are really just me...
Do we ever really just sit and think about what it
is that keeps us waking up every morning...
Why is it that we keep living, keep breathing...
What really happens when we stop believing...
Stop dreaming?
Will the Heavens fall... will the Ground split...
Our hearts and souls wither... turn grey and die...
Nothing seems to matter much after this...
How heavy does ones heart have to become
before we take notice?
By this time... is it too late...
Has the dream truly past on...
Never to be..