October
November 2010
My source of inspiration and information
Sun was up casting shadows through the blinds
Eventually everything turn grey
A mighty few hold on til the end
On the otherside there is hope
We won't fall down we refuse
Forestline is being relocated
I will give you shelter
All corners aren't sharp
Misplaced belongings
Sliding along the given path
A rift in reality. Dive in?
A small depression with water
An impression of existence
Laughing and smiling at the world to hold on to sanity
Rushing along trying to dodge reallife
Less
pace
Standing taller than you
Watchout for the cracks
Sad moss in fetal position
Dark horizon
Watching the world revolve around them
Crack your shell and join the world
My kind of series
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