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I think I should write about NOTHING, cause today, I have NOTHING to say, and NOTHING is more than its parts, it can ease or break many hearts, NOTHING means such a lot, you either have or you have not!, And NOTHING plays such a part, NOTHING can't give you a start, NOTHING can't be the beginning, NOTHING can't be the end, NOTHING can be your enemy, NOTHING can be your friend!
So!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,it's all or nothing then?

How would you write the story of life? Without being stabbed, with a knife, how would you say, its not that real, something you can feel? You can't.. it' impossible, its not that real, hide behind protective layers, thats what we do,,, thats our prayers.
Our way to live in our world of change, check the wii fii, check the range, so, go asleep,, rest and be calm,,, tommorrow, wake,, and welcome,, our lamb.

Meant to be pink, but born blue,who knew?, not me, not even you, and the whole world was green, something you could not let be seen, then the coloures faded as life went on, green turned to grey, blue took a new hue, pink got lost, somewhere in my teens I think, and now I'm older, the colours have changed, somewhat colder, imminent black, if you see it that way,, then that is the end,,, goodnight,,, my friend, no way back. xxxxxxxxxxxx

Who told you THAT story of life? THAT STORY cuts like a knife, a fable , you are not able , ,,, to resist,, takes over your life?
And you cease to exist on your own?, you need help from above? you need love?, to protect you from what? something you forgot?
Did you not exist in some form before you were here? Of course you did, let go the fear!, its all about you, ,,,, its all about me too, we are all connected, unfortunatly subejected, and sometimes rejected, there are soo many many ideas of what THIS could be, its really simple ultimately, it IS about you and it IS about me!
The End

After the disaster
my heartbreaks,
Simply struck
by a swan gliding
over Mirror Lake.
These are moments
I awake!
Surprising me passed
Time and Space.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Nervously,I sat on the beach
This is the first time we would meet
The little girl ran to the water
She looked like just like my daughter
Her eyes sparkled
Her lips formed a pout
Leaving me no doubt
It was she I’ve waited to meet
My heart skipped a beat
She quickly came running to me
She gave me a hug
My heart she tugged
She was like a little dove
She was the girl I had always loved
She held my hand
Our feet in the sand

Something besides looks
Irresistible style maybe -
The grace of self-awareness
The frames of eyelashes
Around drowning eyes
The delicate
Fragrance of fluffy hair..
Ambiguity of unspoken words
Brings music
To the quiet of the room
Sends shivers through space
Flashes back
Forgotten memories
Of how it first happened before
And pulls you
Into the spiderweb of affection
To get lost and not care
About ever getting out

Daddy wont you keep me safe, daddy wont you keep me safe, Im only two, I depend on you, daddy wont you keep me safe.
Daddy, please dont walk away, daddy stay with me today, daddy dont go, I love you so, daddy please, dont you know?

A new beging to inlighten , It last only 120 years A tragety of the mind it soon becomes
To be constraind with blindness of thought
No way out
Now we see the planets
We see only a little but it is a begining
We are 1500 years behind
We are seeing faster and faster now
Our growth is beyond our ability to catch up Should be 1500 years ahead in thought and science
They search but the answers can not come to many, for there minds are intraped, Many types of the same restraint. Now
our attention is governed by our emotions
Quick thought decised as deep thought is what we crave
Books sit on Library shelves, the development of mind awaints
Our thought molds as we are adicted to short fullfilling thought
My sadness is emence, the mind of man astray

So we live our lives in a linear way, we are born, we live, we die, nothing more to say?
First Spring, wonderful and new, then Summer appears, brings happiness and fears,
seems to last so long, but then its gone, and Autumn takes its rightful place, shows us
the human race, we were never born to live too long, Winter plays the final song.