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Currently at a impasse.
Where there is light on one side darkness on the other.
Where there is nothing but darkness that is like a golden tempest.
She sings longingly fake hymns into my sallow ears.
I wish to follow her into her wish...yet there is the light that beams hazely on my ear.
It whispers nothing...It stands tall as the tiny beam can. Nothing promised.
The dank smell of a fallen soul was upon me...I had moved forward nor backward...and my head wasnt clear...It was certainly like a haze...a tingle on the back of my neck.
She shied toward me...dancing...dancing...
I began to utter...
"People ask me who I am...
I say I dont know
People ask me what I am...
I say nothing...I am as void as a black hole...but as deep as the bluest ocean
People ask me do I know what love is...
I say that there is nothing more than a mothers love that is snaked inside of your heart...that is love.
People ask me why do I cry...
I say because the emptyness inside threatens to eat me alive every day...yet there is that piece of me that holds on. That part of me that lives freely...and that is what makes me human.
People ask me who I am?
I say I am the wind, I am the earth...that you lay upon...and I am one with god.- T. Copyright 2009"
Where there is light on one side darkness on the other.
Where there is nothing but darkness that is like a golden tempest.
She sings longingly fake hymns into my sallow ears.
I wish to follow her into her wish...yet there is the light that beams hazely on my ear.
It whispers nothing...It stands tall as the tiny beam can. Nothing promised.
The dank smell of a fallen soul was upon me...I had moved forward nor backward...and my head wasnt clear...It was certainly like a haze...a tingle on the back of my neck.
She shied toward me...dancing...dancing...
I began to utter...
"People ask me who I am...
I say I dont know
People ask me what I am...
I say nothing...I am as void as a black hole...but as deep as the bluest ocean
People ask me do I know what love is...
I say that there is nothing more than a mothers love that is snaked inside of your heart...that is love.
People ask me why do I cry...
I say because the emptyness inside threatens to eat me alive every day...yet there is that piece of me that holds on. That part of me that lives freely...and that is what makes me human.
People ask me who I am?
I say I am the wind, I am the earth...that you lay upon...and I am one with god.- T. Copyright 2009"