Angelight
Bluelighter
So we are here..in this confusion again.
This world of all things that once crumbled down. We are invicible, they say, they know...
So today the sky was grey...and everyones eyes were sad...and i walked around and noticed mine were sad too.
The grass is starting to die here...and i wondered if everyone else was dying too. This place where everyone was so beautiful.
I thanked this man i met for bringing me to life...and i couldn't understand how he did it. I suddenly noticed that my sky was blue and the grass was no longer dead and crisp.
So i told a friend that she should try out my sky...and she looked in my eyes and told me i was crazy. I felt awfully crazy. Her sky stayed grey...for as long as i knew her from that point.
I walked down this path, this path of my life. I almost tripped a few times, over the rocks of memories, and the weeds of dispair. I hopped cheerfully over all the times i laughed with my loves, and i skipped over all the times i cried.
And at this little journey i finally knew what i was set out to discover...that this life is a road we must walk and be weary. We must walk and be true. This road where i no longer walk alone.
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just thought i'd give this one a shot
love
angela
This world of all things that once crumbled down. We are invicible, they say, they know...
So today the sky was grey...and everyones eyes were sad...and i walked around and noticed mine were sad too.
The grass is starting to die here...and i wondered if everyone else was dying too. This place where everyone was so beautiful.
I thanked this man i met for bringing me to life...and i couldn't understand how he did it. I suddenly noticed that my sky was blue and the grass was no longer dead and crisp.
So i told a friend that she should try out my sky...and she looked in my eyes and told me i was crazy. I felt awfully crazy. Her sky stayed grey...for as long as i knew her from that point.
I walked down this path, this path of my life. I almost tripped a few times, over the rocks of memories, and the weeds of dispair. I hopped cheerfully over all the times i laughed with my loves, and i skipped over all the times i cried.
And at this little journey i finally knew what i was set out to discover...that this life is a road we must walk and be weary. We must walk and be true. This road where i no longer walk alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
just thought i'd give this one a shot
love
angela
