December
Saturday 6 March 2010 photo 1/1
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Saturday 6 March 2010 photo 1/1
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The thoughts are many, they grow like ivy alongside my spine.
Burning the blood, boiling it still in its veins.
The night seems rarely quitet these days.
Dreams haunt my inner vision, keeping my sleep to merely a shell.
Empty but still full.
The winter keeps the spring on a leash, I miss the spring, I miss the warm winds and the sun. I miss summer nights and the great sky with all the hopeful stars.
Seems like there is no place to hide and nothing to fight. The great revelation, the world still turns. Everything is so small and insignificant and all we really can do is trust in faith. That at least some of us manage to thouch the meaning of our destiny, because everything else is really not in our hands.
Nightfall comes again...
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