I want to write a wish and let you taste, friend. But Creativity has passed me by these long weeks. I have no breath of wonder, no thrill, no love to wrap your heart in. What shall we do? Life is simple. I cannot craft a work of meals, hard labor, sleep, and quiet dreams.
Is this peace?
I can only hope that life will yield up something more.













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"I feel weak, thrown in wide open spaces. We turn ourselves inside out, expose what we're afraid to see."
-Chiodos, If I Cut My Hair, Hawaii Will Sink
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You know your friends are great when...
1. They start finishing your sentenses for you.
2. They take a hit for you. AND...
3. They rape you in the middle of the night and tell you about it the next day xD
Reading this, that defenitely is not the case; this is amazing.
The last line in the first paragraph has to be my favourite.
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In the chill grey dawn of morning,
The grasses twist and bow
To a whisper born of nothing
That dreams of the endless now.
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Thanks!
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In the chill grey dawn of morning,
The grasses twist and bow
To a whisper born of nothing
That dreams of the endless now.
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Thank youu! I'm really flattered, and I don't really understand why people like this, but I'm really really happy.
Thank you!
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In the chill grey dawn of morning,
The grasses twist and bow
To a whisper born of nothing
That dreams of the endless now.
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And no problem. ^^
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You know your friends are great when...
1. They start finishing your sentenses for you.
2. They take a hit for you. AND...
3. They rape you in the middle of the night and tell you about it the next day xD
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...look to the hills...
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make it last... forever.
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