SpielenThe transmission came through yet something was different... But those listening would never know A skip, a pop, and then a commandment mistranslatedSpielen
The mind cracked, and the thoughts no longer contained Seeping out, flowing, flooding And it's too late, much too late to mend, to stem the flow and now it's gone.
A body broken, and as the spilt blood crawled there was no more time to wonder why it was spoken in such a strange cr acked brok en
ConfessionsI wish I could tell you all the things I meant to say and all of the things I never meant but said anyway, and I could say things I 've never said to anyone, and we could say things no one has ever said before. Climbing the hill I saw through the branches a faint glimmer of light and in the crisp calm of that late autumn night I was part of everything. The next night one person says to another "Look at that!" with a hand to the sky I see them now as they stare at a star so brilliant they're forced to look away.Confessions
Broken PencilI don't think I am as smart as I think I am They'll all know (they already do) and I thought I could get it past them? A vessel of lead, its buoyancy a known factor...Broken Pencil
I think everyone knows what will happen.
But, the clock's running fast, sprinting two steps ahead of me at all times. I suspect it's enrolled in the marathon. When it gets to the finish line then I'll pounce.
Or just walk by as it glares back at me.
But I knew! I can see it after all! It's so clear, can't you see it too?
ForestSomewhere there is a forest where the trees embrace you as you walk along the dim path. The stepping stones, more blue than grey, and the quiet tapping of your shoes against them. That sound is the only thing that you can hear. The air is so still, and thick, a fine mist hangs, a veil across the path, so it seems the path goes on to infinity.Forest
Here, you could be walking forever. Your journey has no beginning or end. The forest holds you and keeps you in its grasp, but at the same time forgets you. Like an old woman who calls out for children who only exi
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