awake when the world is dead
March Break was a turning point for me.
Now I wait. For when the world sleeps I waken. My eyes see the world in silence. My ears hear the cold wind of truth. My touch feels the obsolete comprehension of life. I crave the stillness of the night where the shadows from the streetlight illuminate the walls and my figure appears entranced in motionless ( Read more... )
Now I wait. For when the world sleeps I waken. My eyes see the world in silence. My ears hear the cold wind of truth. My touch feels the obsolete comprehension of life. I crave the stillness of the night where the shadows from the streetlight illuminate the walls and my figure appears entranced in motionless ( Read more... )
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listen, have you ever considered being a writer? start writing a book or smth, like a journal because you write beautifully!
love ya lots and miss you!
muah
XOXO
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anyways,
i give your entries props =)
love you lotss
see you soon !! (like.. in.. 2 months and a half =D)
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share it.
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