It's like a day when nothing matters,
And everything converges on any single point.
It becomes a living being with it's multiple,
Living tides.
Ebbing and flowing, like the fingers of the ocean,
Bringing me to become outside of my body.

The air whispering to me of days long past,
Troubles of today long forgotten in the halls of tommarow,
The quiet lengthy walk of road leading me,
To this barren wasteland of modern marvel.

While still I forget about what has ocurred,
Today, yesterday, in one fell swoop.
And wish only to return,
To the size of the trees,
To the kiss of the stars,
To the feel of complete control,
Complete anonymity.

As soon as it's come, it's gone.
Leaving no traceable footsteps in it's path.
No way to find me,
For me to find it, an impossible dream,
Yet one I strive to dream once more.
To lose time forever and live inside a world,
Where nothing but the truth existed,
To dream a lie, like the feigning reality,
Is but the flutter of an eyelid,
In a dark forest where you've stood too long.

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As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious...

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I wil write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always, I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
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