lostNfound
Bluelight Crew
- Joined
- Mar 20, 2005
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cloudless skies, a wondrous blue sheet stubbornly staring down at us here on earth, with a sense emptiness and wonder.
the times we look up and see the rain begin to fall is when the sky can't hold it in anymore, it does what we can't do or what those of us don't and won't do for ourselves. shed a tear.
so much misunderstanding, looking down what else is there?
looking up every which way but with wonder, always looking up but never looking at, or admiring we neglect the beauty around us, we assume no one is staring right back.
right in our faces.
all our faces, all that misunderstanding, sadness and confusion staring up as if it were a thousand staring down upon us.
it can't keep it in anymore.
the tears well up.
they fall from the sky.
our own tears haunt us.
the dryer our eyes stay in the times that they should be doing otherwise, it builds up and it builds.
the weather that rains down upon us is simply a reflection of our own global emotion.
the times we look up and see the rain begin to fall is when the sky can't hold it in anymore, it does what we can't do or what those of us don't and won't do for ourselves. shed a tear.
so much misunderstanding, looking down what else is there?
looking up every which way but with wonder, always looking up but never looking at, or admiring we neglect the beauty around us, we assume no one is staring right back.
right in our faces.
all our faces, all that misunderstanding, sadness and confusion staring up as if it were a thousand staring down upon us.
it can't keep it in anymore.
the tears well up.
they fall from the sky.
our own tears haunt us.
the dryer our eyes stay in the times that they should be doing otherwise, it builds up and it builds.
the weather that rains down upon us is simply a reflection of our own global emotion.
