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.: That Reflection, That Perfect Reflection :.When your down, cold and alone. Just
know that i'm here. Sure you knew that.
You always have. But no, im serious.
I may not portray your "Perfect Friend"
Or come along as a good person. .
But my dear Tambrey, Eridan, Tera.
You are the light that shines everyday,
Through my window. You are the perfect
reflection. And the most beautifulest
person ive ever layed my eyes upon.
You are perfect. My perfect friend. No.
More than that. Your my heart. No.
Not even that shows how close you are. . .
How much i truley love you. Words just
could never grasp the love. The first time
i met you. I thought you were one of the
types who were chatty, and all gossip.
No really! But as ive grown to know you,
ive come to realize, your the perfect
reflection ive been serching for.
Yet all this time. . . Ive acted selfish..
It was all about me. . "No one cares" When
really, you were there. For everything.
Well, my 18:24 you are the missing piece
of my life. The day we met, was the day
i started living. . . Th
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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