I hate breakable things, like mirrors.
I don't know how else to say.
The mood selector is broken...


Winterland Silent Sings a world waxed White Lovely lulls a land of lightWinterland
Crystals Crash in Leafless Lofts Stalwart Spines are Smothered Soft
Mourn the Meek and Hearty Hail Weathered 'way by Winter's Wail
Lif


On the metro A man in copper colored glasses sits on the bus.On the metro
A train of commuters tethered in transport.
A fit girl with a pack on her back stands.
The bus moves on.
....
The lull of the engine, now customary, seems to subside and since, the man in copper colored glasses becomes apparent. A dark gray coat, brown pants, tan vest... or a sweater. All these things become


The Waning AweStill fire in the sky Red carpet of the night What greatness embodied In the stars you herald Piercing the cold shadow Of daytime's recessionThe Waning Awe
Let failing light praise hardships that give way to tomorrow's sunrise, emerging from the fragments of a graceful collapse.
The quiet life is static. The black is only better
to see the glow of darkness.
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breathe slow
Thank you as always
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dA is for the literary arts, too.
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And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...
Snow Patrol
Search for enlightment at ~enlightened-poets.
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"It's a strange world. Let's keep it that way." - Elijah Snow
Anyways, I'm on AIM as ChaosSea, if you ever want to chat.
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breathe slow
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