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[the_sarahs]

i feel like i need to write since my other partner in crime is out a computer.
it's interesting to reflect and see how things change. people come in and out of our lives. or they stay and you have time with them and then you never really talk to them again.
i just busted out my old journals...
"seeing you laying there with that golden blanket sprawled on top of your quivering body...
what happened?
The one whose hopes
Touched the sky
Promised to be by the thread of an angels gown
lowering yourself to oblivion
This uncharted territory turns its back to children.
A days fun comes to an end while you drift into a forgotten sleep.
To some dreams are a past memory. Not remembering how to close your eyes...running down."

Beauty isnt transitory
but perception
is a thing of beauty itself

Going where we have to
by coming where we are
we absent ourself from no house

a mountain out of dust
and a stake in the middle of it
to mark what we never had

anything that happens
happens only once
and happened
just like that

seperate from the world
yet all mixed up in it
stand the vows we took