

The Sleepless HourOn my own, I stand under the towering city lights, which illuminate the empty road stretching out before me. I breathe out a sigh, looking to the pitchblack ocean spread above my head. I hear nothing in this deserted part of the town, except for the lonely whistle of the autumn wind. The worn buildings on either side of the road are lifeless, crumbling, and watch me darkly. I step forward, my one footstep breaking into the silence of the frozen street. In this moment, with the captured steadiness of this town, I feel like a speck of dust in the center of the darkness.The Sleepless Hour


ChoirLook closely above your head. The sky is dripping colors, Leaking of azure flutes And feathers of pearl. They brush across us, And make us melodies, The soft winds of peace. Look, and you'll realize A universe of harmony Is just above our heads, Submersed within us, And breathing alongside us.Choir


black at stakeToday, I'm committing the unknown. I stare before me into the forest. The trees are concealed by the dark, Shivering with the passing wind. My heart is thumping in my chest.black at stake
Today, I'm doing what I fear most. The darkness inside glares, taunts. My breathing is rapid and frantic. All is silent, and the entrance looms. It seems like nothing exists but this.
Today, I'm entering the deep darkness. My feet take off like an explosion, Hair fluttering with the thick wind. Now, I'm engulfed into the black. The forest surrounds me, traps me in. &nbs


Final BreakI step onto the glass floor, and with the touch of my toes, the entrance to the earth opens up. A crevasse into the beginning of mankind, here is our escape from this wide, empty expanse. Link your wary fingers to my worn-out knuckles, and entrust yourself to this sacred innocence. Above these blue-lit skies, let's send our minds flying, our eyes finally opening to the heavens. Let's live its newfound purity, the clean dew of the leaves, the morning breath of the sky. Once released from the trapped space of these walls, you and I, we'll be children of eternity.Final Break
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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*Photo--Assignment*TreesWithCharacter*PhotographersClub
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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If death is the answer to love's mysteries,
Then bleed on my darling to the sound of a dream
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"I think the worst time to have a heart attack is dueing a game of charades...or a game of fake heart attack."
~Demetri Martin
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8D be lyzii return to DA? pretty new stuffs ^^
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anata ga hoshi <3
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