SolidsThe whispers of the trees hindered the sense of being,Solids
i am but merly a crippled version of man, a sisnter belief in a solid state,
believe that we fly,
please oh sir?,
dream with me,
we can fly right?..
please.. we.. us...
we can drop to our kness in belief,
follw me..
and through the forest we follwed,
ours hands woven by eternity,
like that of the twine of time, we were forever imprinted within our handprints we surrender our love for that of the world my child, you are as solid as us... but yet, so weak... we dream,
Megz-The Clock On The Wall12/8/2006The Clock On The Wall
It was in the chill of the brisk cool night as the leaves fell and the winds temper begun to rise that she realized the world around her. She always seemed to walk aimlessly under the influence of what she like to call a reality or at least something. Her reality was no longer blurred as it once was given to her. The trees that stood before her no longer weak and colorless now vibrant and gallant beings, like giants trudging across grassy fields. The sideways and roads seemed to now speak to her and beckon her to travel on the path less known. Little did she realize just how true that was to become.
It was
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