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Dead Eyes

PsychoKitten

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Every day I wake to be dragged through the mire, to wander aimlessly in search of all you have managed to promise with a whispered word and a single kiss.

Anxious to grab these sensations to myself yet terrified that if I do, the ethereal threads that make this complex pattern will unravel and tear and all will be lost.

Only human, one man... bearer of all that is hope and purveyor of broken dreams. Am I strong enough to catch it; I’ve lost the will to chance. Whispered words and imaginings, for a short time you are my inspiration, drive and fire.

Enslaved by my own emotions, doomed to adore, loathe, worship and ultimately love. I am blind to what surrounds me, so intent on the chimera, my eyesight fades slowly as reality draws near.

I used to be a dreamer, I no longer wish to try; an angel with no heart is an angel with dead eyes.
 
I used to be a dreamer, I no longer wish to try; an angel with no heart is an angel with dead eyes.

whatever it is, don't stop trying for too long. somehow sometime the tries will come to fruition - and all the pain you experienced then, will be worth it. it just needs a little more time to get there :)

*huggerz* take care kitty. xoxo //j


ps: "hugs da kitty??? think you got the wrong kitty :P
 
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PsychoKitten said:
I used to be a dreamer, I no longer wish to try; an angel with no heart is an angel with dead eyes.

The ability to dream is one I hold dear.

Don't give it up Kitty...to be without dreams is like to be without hope.

*hugs*
 
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