You Find MeIt’s emptiness at its best And it’s putting tension to the test The bittersweet that I cherish It’s beautiful, I must confess You tuck this silver key away And save it for a better day When storms have passed, and rain has stopped The sound will carry til it is dropped And green leaved vines are cast aside An iron gate I tried to hide Forgotten for a thousand years Through backstreets and tender tears I’ll take this memory to my grave No matter what you tried to save Still I will pray for that better day And you will learn to find the wayYou Find Me
BreatheThere was a light tap of the cigarette to the glass tray in the center of the table. The sounds of the coffee shop around them, yet no words between the two. One seems agitated while the other is curious.Breathe
The male tries to sit up straight and clears his throat slightly, but still says nothing. He stubs out the cigarette and the females eyes watch the remaining smoke trails rise and swirl before they disappear. Neither knew if they were waiting for one of them to speak up or if they were just going to continue on in this awkward silence until it was time to leave. Though both appear calm on the outside there is a raging storm with
PetalsThis contrasted black bark to the pale of the sky and the winter below is haunting. As this tinge of cold falls down with grace to melt on my fevered skin, I wonder.Petals
Do the flowers that fall from the branches have a purpose? they are vibrant and beautiful, but once the sky has turned they wither away and fall to the ground. Petals drained of their color, of their life. And if I press my fingertips to the cold roughness could I feel the vibration of life within? Does it live through these periods of freezing or simply die away until the next time?
Could this mean something to me? Is my life hiding in the shell I have
Wow...
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"We have figured out how to travel through time at the speed of regular time with plastic bags"
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